Sick. 

Me, waking up to find that the “hay fever” attack last night was actually the onset of a vicious head cold: Ugggggh

Rooby: Are you ready to go downstairs?

Me: No, I’m staying in bed. I’m sick. 

Rooby: Are you going to die?

Me: Not from this. 

Rooby: Hmm. 

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