"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast" -Oscar Wilde |
"The liberal soul shall be made fat, and he that watereth, shall be watered also himself." -- Proverbs 11:25 |
Someone. Euthanize me. Now.
I gave up on trying to sleep. Is something going around, cuz man it hit me hard right around bedtime. Ugh. This means I'll either be blogging a lot Thursday out of boredom, or I'll be in bed all day begging for someone to smother me. I'll let you know which.
I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Sore throat, achy joints, congestion, etc. So I'm resting and overdosing on fluids and vitamin C trying to head this thing off before it becomes a full-fledged illness.
I came home early today with a soul-destroying cold. It came on all of a sudden last night; this morning my throat felt like three miles of bad gravel road. You know how it is.
So apologies for the dearth of posts. I expect to be home tomorrow. I know I owe some of you an Amazing Race piece, and I'll get on it if this shuddery feeling I have doesn't turn into a fever. Man, I hate being sick this time of year. I gotta go find the damn thermometer now.