I should've just listened to my body this morning. I woke up and felt icky. Not anything specific; just a lot of coughing and my throat felt weird. Plus, my legs hurt (and that's what I get for actually exercising yesterday). But instead of staying in bed, what did I do? I got up to go tutoring. And that was my mistake.
I'm driving up 270 and there's a tire in the road. It obviously is coming from the left shoulder and is making its way across the four lanes--right toward me. I hope it'll miss me, but it seems very determined. It gets close; I swerve. And...it slams into the side of my car. Then bounces away. But it left its mark. Literally. There are, essentially, tire tracks on the side of my car. Right on the big dent. I am, needlessly to say, not pleased. I should be grateful. The car still works, it didn't hurt my back tire at all (it hit right in front of the rear tire), it didn't cause me to lose control or anything. I'm not hurt. But...man. My poor, poor car. I don't know how that tire was going down the road, but I'm sure annoyed about it.
But, on a Saturday afternoon, there was little to do about it. So after tutoring I came home and lay on the couch, as I still physically felt ucky. The coughing? Continued. I watched my boys make a brilliant comeback in the top of the 9th inning (which they totally need, as they apparently have no confidence on the field at the moment), only to see them lose on a walk-off home run. Steve's party was fun (yay, pigs in a blanket!) and then I watched a bunch of Arrested Development.
Now it's 2 a.m. and I should be in bed. I still feel crappy and my throat is really bothering me, but I'm not really tired. And am bothered by the fact that my hair seems very flat. I'm going to blame that on having it pulled back most of the evening.
Current song in my head:
"Where Does the Good Go?" by Tegan and Sara