Dave comes home tomorrow.

I've waited over a year for this auspicious event.  He left on August 3rd last year, and since then I've seen him for a whole 2 1/2 weeks.  I've been daydreaming of this reunion for months. I wanted everything to be perfect - well, as perfect as reality gets. 

I didn't want to be ill.

I have a bit of a temperature, a scratchy throat, and a headache.  The back of my nose feels funny, like it usually does right before I get a snotty nose and a head cold.

I'm hoping that it's just because I'm sleep deprived (I have my neighbors to thank for that), and that a good night's sleep tonight will set me right again.  I'm hoping....because I really don't want my husband to step off the plane and see me, red-nosed, coughing and sniffling.  More importantly, I don't want to not be able to kiss him for fear of him getting sick too.  We have a ton of stuff to do next week, we can't afford for both of us to be ill.

So, I'm going to hope that it's just stress and fatigue, take some Nyquil and hit the hay early tonight.

Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow....hopefully...!