It's 9 Days Until the Wedding and...

I’m sick.

That’s right—sick. Runny nose, itchy eyes, sore throat, coughing sneezing, snuffling, disgusting germy sick.

I’m hardly the picture of a glowing bride-to-be. Unless your definition of a glowing bride-to-be includes boxes of Kleenex and a nose as red as Rudolph’s.

I’ve had a full-blown sinus infection since Saturday. I’ve been pumping massive amounts of decongestants and antibiotics into my system, and I’m making progress, but slowly.

To make matters worse, my dear sweet little sister is in town with me, and instead of skipping around Manhattan, exploring and causing trouble and making public scenes (as my sister and I are wont to do when we’re together), we spend most evenings in my apartment propped up in bed, and she entertains me with various pooping stories (my sister’s pooping stories are some of the greatest I’ve ever heard) while I cough and blow my nose and whine.

All in all, it hasn’t been a great week. But I'd rather be sick this week than next, right?

More soon.