sickI've got a cold. I was planning to get up at 10 today, and did get up at 9 and 11, but each time I was still too shaky to *be* up. I finally got up at noon and fixed myself some leftover chili-mac. I settled into my chair and Tigger kept me company. First, we finished the Kroger and Sam's lists. I'm waiting for Critter to get home, so I can enlist both of their assistance in the actual shopping runs. Then Tigger played a game of chess with me, which I accidentally won. Rook on the back rank, no escape route for the castled king.
Knight called me this morning while I was still in bed. All is well in Brazil, where Gauchete is working away. Her client list has filled out again. I was too sleepy to retain a whole lot out of the conversation.
My cold is manifesting itself as a running, stuffy nose and general sinus congestion. I'm currently taking Ibuprofin 800mg at a time as per doctor's orders this time of the month, so there's not a whole lot more I can do for the cold (except take blood-pressure-increasing meds, which is a no-no for me).
Gonna see how much assistance a long, hot shower will be.
And to heap onto my feeing sorry for myself mood, I find out that Michael calls Meredith "Merrie". No need to go into why that made me sad.
