I Am Not Sick

I have been lounging on the sofa, not being sick, during my vacation.

I insist I am not sick because I am not going to be cheated of my days off. True, I have spent the last two days on the sofa, under my electric blanket, reading Edith Wharton and flipping through tv channels. That doesn’t mean I am sick.

I had glorious plans of doing nothing on vacation. Sleeping late, lunching with friends, browsing the junk/antique shops, and cooking good suppers…basically pretending to be a lady of leisure.

A fever and achy chest are not in anyone’s vacation plans- so therefore: I am not sick.

Now I am going to schlep into the kitchen for some orange juice and tylenol. That is what all the cool kids do on vacation.