The last time I got clobbered by a cold this wicked was 2000. How do I remember? Because I had just jumped onto the Harry Potter bandwagon. The moment my last scantron bubble of the semester was darkened with my trusty No. 2 pencil, I collapsed into a pile of blankets, kleenex, and a nyquil induced haze.
It was awful. I didn't go to work for a full 8 days. And I don't think I got out of bed for 7 of those days. Between wakings and coughing I read the entire Goblet of Fire book cover to cover.
Except this time, there is a job that can't keep, and little people that need snuggling, but I do have a good book to keep me company.