What's that saying again...

...about good intentions? And the road to hell? Something like that.

We had such nice plans this weekend -- Renaissance Faire one day and Duke Gardens and dinner with the Robersons on another.

So guess who woke up sick this morning? Me, baby. Me.

I could feel it coming on last night, and I knew there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. That's the worst, I think. When it's in the mail -- and you know it.

So instead of fun, today consisted of me sleeping and resting a lot, and Jon taking care of the baby.

I feel okay, not great -- mostly just run-down. Hopefully, it will be short-lived. Sadly, though, I think Ella is already getting whatever it is. She was starting to get sniffly before bed tonight, and acted like she just didn't feel that great this evening.