Sometimes I think I’m allergic to making plans, having fun in a planned way. Last night I asked my daughter if she would like to meet for lunch today. I’ve been sick with a cold and felt better the last couple of days. Thus, the invitation.
I woke up early this morning feeling sick to my stomach and the thought of eating anything, well you can imagine. I went back to bed thinking I would feel better later. At 10:00 I told her I couldn’t go. It’s now 11:00 and still no better. I would try to meet but maybe my cold isn’t just a cold but some type of flu, so definitely can’t make it.
It’s not unusual for me to make a plan, or an appointment and then have to cancel. Weird, you say? Yes. I would say it had some psychological undertone, but I really wanted to see the family today. I miss them!
I am extremely disappointed.