U.N.C.L.E!

And by that I am not referring to the 60's TV show, 'The Man from U.N.C.L.E' -- I mean to say I SURRENDER ALREADY! I have picked up a flu bug that I can't quite seem to shake. Admittedly in the last week or so, I have overdone it a wee-little-bit tennis-wise. As a result on Monday I felt a little run down & nauseous but soldiered through a 7 hour day of tennis and conditioning. Yesterday, after a 7am lesson and 2 back-to-back doubles matches, I felt so drained and feverish that I skipped Singles Drills and headed home for bed.

This morning I was up at 5:45am getting ready for my 7:30 match but quickly realized I still wasn't feeling too hot and also had developed a sore throat overnight. I made the executive decision to call off both today and tomorrow's tennis-related activities and crawled back into bed. Falling back to sleep, I made a TheraFlu-induced promise to the Tennis Gods not to cheat and really take it easy for 48 hours in exchange for full recovery in time for 2 singles matches I am really looking forward to playing over the weekend, not to mention outstanding plans to hang out w/a friend that I haven't seen in ages.

Jeez, who knew being sick could be SO BORING? Seriously, taking it easy is like watching paint dry. Pretty dull. You know things have gotten pretty desperate when you find me resorting to taking pictures (of myself!) using my iPhone. (Gosh, I had no idea my eyes were so big and my forehead so, um, expansive. Especially when contrasted by my non-existent lips. It got me thinking that it might be wise to consider some bangs to hide some of that Danish forehead of mine! However bangs are such a commitment. I dunno.)

This afternoon I found myself in that weird state of mind where I had slept all I possibly could, yet didn't feel well enough to do anything remotely productive or brain-power consuming. No elliptical machine even. I have to keep my promise y'all. Hence I read a little, Googled about, caught up with my Mother, took photos of myself, the cats, the new vintage timber mantel -- all the while cursing the powers that be (in the nicest possible way) for making me miss tennis. By the way, meet my cat, Frank. He is frankly the BEST. :-)