Waking dead

It wasn't pretty. My head was spinning and the rest of me felt like what the cat may have drug in and not a drink had been imbibed in the previous 48 hours. My cold had resurrected itself and that last thing I thought I should do was to go to work. Wasn't happening, too much committed that I'd be there to do. Fortunately after a bit of breakfast and an espresso, shave, shower and tooth maintenance I was able to dress properly, drive to the office and start reading and responding to emails then on to  getting as much work done as interruptions allowed. Looks like I have a couple more days of expectations to go. Hell of a way to start a year.