Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a fever of 100.2 last night so my tale of woe is not over yet.  And I gave my grandson the cough.  My older daughter wants me to help her next week, but I said I'd have to decide Saturday, because I can't expose her to this.  Last night my husband watched the debate while I read a mystery, but I kept dozing off, after taking tylenol, so basically I was in zombie mode.  This morning, I talked to my two best friends on the phone, listening to their encouragement and ranting a bit (well, maybe more than a bit), and I feel ready to tackle getting some lunch groceries and seeing my therapist this afternoon.  Exhausting, I know, but I'm in the throes of an epic battle between my white cells and those little green germs out to keep me down.  Warfare is exhausting.