Sick

My own version of "Sick," a take off on Shel Silverstein's poem by the same title.

Thank G-d there is no school today
thought an administrator named Laurie Jaye
I have the laundry and groceries too
There's just so much I have to do
Grade some papers, catch up on reading
Write my blog, prepare for a meeting
Baking bread, planning the week's meals
Early shopping for internet deals
Fixing lunches, packing to travel
So much to do and I'm about to unravel
My head is foggy, my stomach's not right
My nose is stuffed up, and my back is tight
I'm dragging ass and my energy is low
I am not getting sick, say it ain't so.
What's that? What's that you say?
This week there is a holiday?
Alright, I can stick it out three days.