One of those days....

Why oh why didn't I listen when Ed said, "If you stay home today, I'll make you hot chocolate"? First, he never suggests that I stay home (he's always been Mr. Responsibility) and second, he never makes hot chocolate (that's my forte). So, after the wind was howling most of the night and the temperatures dropped from 52 degrees (at lunch) to 11.5 degrees (at 4:30 this morning), why did I not take him up on that offer? When I couldn't get comfortable and tossed and turned from 7 p.m. until almost 10 and therefore didn't get in my eight hours, why didn't I snuggle back under the covers? After the bus broke down in the parking lot and we had to wait 20 minutes for another bus (which was then completely packed by the time we made our final stop), why didn't I call and say, "Come and get me"? When the express bus lane heading to the Lincoln Tunnel was closed and traffic was backed up for miles and it took an extra hour to get to work (on top of the 20 minutes already lost), why didn't I get onto a bus heading in the opposite direction and go back home? Between the nausea, a runny nose and its resultant cough, feeling fatigued and just off, can anyone tell me why in my right mind I didn't stay home today???? Anyone??

Next time, I'm pulling the covers over my head and going back to sleep. And I'm going to enjoy every sip of that hot chocolate when I finally get up...