Recently I said I thought I was coming down with something. Let’s change that to I have come down with something. Feels like a standard old cold. I’m not surprised. I’ve been feeling low energy and slightly yucky all week. I’d hoped that was going to be the worst of it, but I woke up this morning feeling quite trashed. Sore throat, congestion, sneezing and coughing … the whole shebang. The worst though is feeling like I could be knocked over by a feather. Yuck.

Luckily, while I was goofing off yesterday, I got a million things done around the house. Amazing how that works. I should never actively try to get things done. That never seems to work. The only way I manage to push through my list of stuff is to pretend to ignore it. Then, oddly, I get all kinds of inspired to do them.

Aside from playing a lot of solitaire and reading some news and apparently getting a load of housework done, I couldn’t tell you what I did after Lin got home. I remember we ate dinner. I remember we watched some TV. I fell asleep somewhere along the way and didn’t wake up until 4 am when the cats decided their bowl was far too empty for comfort, and since I was sleeping on the couch and not the bed, it was obviously A-OK to pester the hell out of me. It didn’t get them fed any more quickly, but it did completely wake me up.

No real plans for the day. I’d wanted to go to the store to get beverages for the weekend, but seeing as I feel so frazzled and faint-headed, I think I’ll just make a big pitcher of sweet tea instead. If Lin wants something other than that, he can get it himself. In other words, I am going to dope myself into a stupor with cold medicine and see where the day leads me. I have the feeling it’s going to lead me to the couch and a horizontal position with a box of tissues and a bag of throat lozenges nearby … and, of course, some serious napping.