The Tale of the Bed

My weekend started early. I've been cursed with the unfortunate fate of an illness. Starting Thursday until currently I've had a cold, I guess...I'm not quite sure what it is but whenever it feel as though I'm going to get better it just sticks with me. And due to this unfortunate fate I was stuck doing even less than I normally chose to do. If I wanted to merely get myself a drink or something to eat I'd be flushed with a wave of dizziness that sent me straight back to the bed I came from. So then what exactly did I do this weekend you may be wondering by now? Well of course I spent some leisurely time with Kevin, browsed through a few hundred beauty guru instagrams, did some imaginary online shopping, and watched my favorite TV show, Gossip Girl.
I also got to dine on luxury foods, including a sleeve of saltines and bubbly. Ginger ale that is. And incase that wasn't enough of a luxurious meal, I had cough drops for dessert. The fortunate fate of my unfortunate illness was I didn't have shoveling duty.
I remember waking up on  Saturday just like it was yesterday...I mean, it was only a few days ago, but anyways, when I looked out the window to see if it was still snowing I learned that it was, although it wasn't until I looked at the ground that I realized it was most defiantly still snowing. Both of our cars were half way buried in the snow and it was only 8:30 am. When my parents started talking about going outside to start shoveling and plowing I was appalled. "No!" I thought quietly to myself, "I just woke up, I don't want to think about going out in that retched snowstorm." And thanks to the cold or whatever sickness Gods, my disappointment with my sickness turned into relief. Suffer inside with my illness or suffer outside in the cold, being sick didn't sound so bad after all. Although I was on bed rest due to my inability to be active, and felt a bit more than under the weather, I was pleased to not be outside shoveling thanks to Nemo.