So, I leaped dragged myself out of bed bright-eyed and bushy-tailed half dead this morning expecting to take the test for the spoken part of my French second language equivalency rating this morning. With a sore throat and trying to cough up a lung about once a minute the test was shaping up to be a magical experience. The unexpected snow this morning was just icing on the cake.

As I staggered to work, my cellphone rang. It was the voicemail system at work calling because someone had left a message. I punched in my password and listened to a message from the language testing people. My test, which had already been rescheduled once because of a scheduling snafu, was cancelled because the examiner was sick. I arrived at work, checked my email and then promptly went home sick.

Some days when you think it’s really not worth getting out of bed you should seize that thought and run with it.

Maybe Tuesday will be more of a success.