The sick season.

I've been battling some kind of illness over the last week, but refused to admit it, lest it get the best of me. On Monday evening I headed to the gym in hopes that all I really needed was a little endorphin pick-me-up, but 15 minutes into it I knew that I had been bested. You win, you sly harbinger of tissue mountains and coughing fits. You win. 

So I resigned myself to the couch for the last 30+ hours and I'm pretty sure I've never been more attractive in my life. Those shapeless sweatpants you hoped you'd never see again after college? Wearing them right now, my friends.

Thankfully, I live with the best snugglers around and I think we're turning a corner.