gigamatic

ok, so there were no meddling kids, but there was a silence in the house when i woke up at 5 and then couldnt get back to sleep. something in the air. something that said... WAKE UP!

my throat said "stay in bed. fight this cold." and then i heard nala leave for work. i hopped on my work email account and emailed the powers that be to say i wouldnt be in. i got an autoreply from my coworker reminding me i'd been left in charge today... everyone else was out.

so... i stayed in bed for another two hours, enjoying the warmth and silence. and of course, the chester, who curled up under my chin. eventually, around 7, i checked my work email again, and had a frantic email from someone needing assistance. I replied "be there soon," and dashed for the shower.

while i am feeling generally good, my throat is on the verge of sore, and i'm feeling mega-snotty, which to me is a sure sign i've got whatever nala has.

i fucking hate being sick. HATE IT. and of course, it seems everyone here (and by here, i mean everybody in town) seems to have gotten every single cold to come around in the last 2 months. sick for a while, then all better, then sick for a while, then all better. I think this is round 3. maybe 4. i lost count.

tonight, i have to cook a quick dinner, start laundry, pick up the living room, wrap Dan's Hulk Hands, label Acadia's gift with the Indiana address for mailing tomorrow morning, pick up all the crap from the dining room table, dump the piled up newspapers, sort boxes of toys from the guest bedroom, move 2 bags of clothes for goodwill to my car for early drop-off, start reorganizing my closet, and put clean laundry away.

Hooray for guests coming! Excuses to clean!