Sunday afternoon I realized there was something wrong when my teeth started to ache. By this morning, the germs had crept into my inner ears and were heading south to my lungs, so I decided to stay home.
Library books were due, though, so I did muster the energy to drive 0.3 miles to the local branch, picking up a few more items while I was there. Then a quick swing by BK for supper, where my order was only slightly botched.
I used to get livid if my drive-thru order was not impeccably correct, but now I figure they got some money, I got some food, everybody should be relatively happy. Happiness is relative, anyway.