Flu Bug From Hell (Jon)
Maria hadn't felt well when she went to bed and this morning she felt a hundred times worse. Last night she was achy, this morning she was achy plus it felt like someone had wrapped a towel around her head. Her nose was stuffed and she could feel the sinus pressure. She shivered when she climbed out of bed and added a fever to the list of complaints. She put on her fuzzy slippers and fuzzy robe to seek out some java heaven.

She trudged her way downstairs for some coffee and was immediately told to go back to bed by Bruce. She didn't of course. The couch in the living room was just as comfortable, if not more, as her bed. Not to mention she had a huge library of movies to watch.

Tea and toast were brought to her along with a down comforter. She curled up on the couch and mindlessly watched daytime talk shows. She slept on and off all day and when the light outside was dimming she remembered that tonight she was supposed to out with Jon. She grabbed her cell and called him. There was no way she was going to be able to move from the couch.