So, I've been feeling slightly 'off' since Thursday. Nothing really notable--a little stomach upset, slight diarrhea that I could blame on the roast beef in the cafe not quite being cooked enough on Friday, the week from hell at work, feeling unusually tired last night, etc (I actually went straight to bed after signing off from Zangarmarsh last night and slept until 10 this morning...a twelve hour sleep). Overall, not enough to complain about, so I didn't note it.

Until this morning, when I finally crawled out of bed (once at 7 to feed the cats--stayed up long enough for that and decided I needed more sleep, since I was dozing off as soon as I sat down--and then 'officially' at 10). Eyes all gunked and crusted up, slight headache, running stuffed nose, and the threat of an incoming sore throat.

Congrats, it's a head cold. :P

Anyhow, wrapped up on the recliner in a nice fleece blanket, watching the original The Poseidon Adventure, sipping on coffee heavily laced with ground cinnamon (the cinnamon really does help with sore throats), and contemplating the fact that I need to vacuum, do laundry, and wash my hair. None of which I want to do, because it requires movement.

Blargh. I'll probably sign into WoW later...but right now...just...blargh. I was supposed to do house chores today and have neither energy nor inclination.

Still pretty sure it's a cold.

Right now though, it's taken up residence in my vocal cords. Yay, laryngitis. :(

The good news is that I don't have a fever, sore throat, swollen glands, or the spiffy white dots in the back of my throat that would signify strep, so that's one relief. That, and the cold meds I got this morning seem to be clearing things up a little. I still sound a little rough, but at least I can talk now without choking on my own flem.

Poor Foot is confused, because she's used to 'talking' back and forth with me, and right now, everything I 'say' sounds like a growl and with no tonal variation whatsoever. I took to just whispering 'good girl' and petting her for the meantime, because that big yellow kitten stare she has while she tries to figure what's up with Mom (and whether or not Mom is going to eat her), is kinda making me go 'aww' in that sad way.

Anyhow, at work at the moment, although I might try to beg off the rest of the day if I start feeling really bad. There is much sleeping in my immediate future.

You've put just a 'touch' too much cayenne pepper in the chili, and you're still snarfing down the juice (and wanting more, even after a full bowl with plenty of juice) like it's going out of style.

Bleh.

Still. Tasty.