The Flu

I thought this trip might be the first in a long time when I didn't get sick while visiting up north. I thought that all the way until today, when I woke up with a dry cough and drippy nose but didn't realize until this afternoon that I probably have the flu. Everyone is going to hate me on the plane on the way home; I'll sound like I'm coughing up a lung.

Truly, I think my mother's house makes me sick. It's dusty and has a bit of a mold problem. Or maybe it's just the stress of dealing with the estate. I hardly ever get sick when I'm home in Florida. By this time tomorrow night, I'll be in my own living room. Sick or not, garnering hatred on the plane or not, I'm happy to be going home.