What happened??

Did you ever have a rough, 

but manageable day,

that seemed to transform into a small demon of sickness?

I'm talking bed-ridden, 

terrible, horrible, no good, very bad,

 sniffling, sneezing, coughing, achy, stuffy head, fever, 

can't-rest-and-won't-have-a-good-morning 

sickness?

  

For some reason, I did.

No chance at a sick day either.

Daddy always says

'We shall endeavor to persevere'

Til tomorrow, loves