What a day. I was 1 1/2 hours late for work and I feel a cold coming on.
My nephew, 3-year old Raymund, woke me up. If he hadn't then most probably I would've woken up at around 4pm. What a God-given child that one is. He said to me 'Tita, anong oras na, tulog ka pa? Nahatid na namin si Kuya Nikki sa Ateneo." They leave the house at 10am to bring my eldest nephew to school. Right after he said these words, I was up and about, rushing to get my things in order. I was still dizzy and tired but I didn't want to miss a day of work for fear of having backlog that would force me to work on a weekend. Everybody loves Raymund!
When I was on my way to work, that was when I felt my throat being itchy and when I swallow, it was uncomfortable. That's usually a sign that I was going to have a nasty bout with the flu. Ugh.