Sick

Today was supposed to be another triumphant triathlon blip but Friday night's mysterious dinner illness and Saturday's impending cold decided to get together last night to create a crazy illness and make me really sick. The alarm was set for 5:30 AM to head to the triathlon but around 4 AM I was running a 101.5 degree fever. Not good. I missed the race. I spent the entire day on the couch, with this as my view. In the afternoon, Mr. Apple opened our front doors to let in some fresh air and that was wonderful.