Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie’s immune system has let her down.

We left after work on Thursday. We weren’t supposed to get home until sometime today, but we came home a day early. Doesn’t matter — I don’t get to go back to work until Wednesday.
What happened? I have strep throat.
Yay (said in an unconvincing tone while wincing).
I know I keep talking about how busy I’ve been and I don’t multitask well on an ordinary day, but I haven’t been doing my all to make sure my immune system makes it through the holidays.
The family went to Disneyland. This was one of those plan-for-a-year type trips. As of last week, I already didn’t have my head in the game. It didn’t matter that we’d had the trip planned for so long. I really didn’t have time to take off two days of work for a family outing. All I could focus on was the bad timing. I really needed those two extra days to devote to clients. But it had been written in stone and I made it happen.
Disneyland was great. We managed to time our trip well — with a rainy day on Friday that meant crowd levels at an all-time low. The rest of the weekend was sunny and warm and full of people.
Maybe I can blame the Big D, but I suspect my eldest niece was carrying it with her from school. All I know is that my niece got a trip to the ER as soon as she returned home and is now relaxing with a case of strep throat and a pocketful of antibiotics.
Guess who else came home with a sore throat? Not just a sore throat either. No, I have do things right. I am dizzy. The kind of dizzy that is making me walk into walls. I can’t stand up without hanging on to something. It’s affecting my ears. Yay, antibiotics. So much fun.
I was so excited to come home a day early. I thought I would hide in my house and try to get some projects done. You know, like blog posts! So I would be caught up before going back to work on Tuesday.
No deal. I am spending my day desperately texting tomorrow’s clients to let them know I won’t be back at work for another day, giving the antibiotics a chance to take hold, and making sure I’m not contagious. And, hopefully, clearing up the dizzy.
I’m just glad there’s such a thing as texting now. Otherwise, someone else would have to make my phone calls for me — there’s no hope for talking.
This business means holding hands and talking face to face with a lot of people. Take your vitamins! This time of year it’s easy to get worn down and that’s when stuff like this will sneak up on you.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
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