Plague….I feel happy…think I’ll go for a walk…

I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. My head hurts, my thoat is sore, my body aches, my skin is crawling. Yuck. I have custom orders that have to be made, which is fine, I have masks, and I can’t spread the plague via soap (I checked with my doctor to be sure), but dayum….the scents are killing me. It’s like they’ve crawled into my sinus cavities and set up a little FO lollapallooza in there. Blech.

I’m putting these batches on the gelling station, taking a shower, and going back to bed until it’s time to go get The Boy from school. I don’t know if this is fallout from the flu shot, or if I’ve actually got something, but jebuz onna stick, I expect to see John Cleese in my room telling me that I’ll be stone dead in a minute…

Hey…speaking of sick, does anyone remember Mr. Yucky Face? Am I just hallucinating that there was a campaign in the 70’s or maybe 80’s that had Mr. Yucky Face = NO? It was a frowning happy face, I think? It was for poisons and other things kids weren’t supposed to put in their mouths? My husband looks at me like I’m insane when I mention it. (Of course, he has that look a lot…) Maybe it was from my youth in Europe, but I seem to remember it being a Stateside thing.

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