So I didn't do shit all day. I was sicky-poo. Seriously. I had a tickle in the throat Friday night, which has since developed into my yearly sinus infection from hell. So I had a run last night. Went well, kept it pretty easy, bout a 9:30/mile pace, and as I was walking back to the car, the heavens opened up and it god real cold and real wet. Real fast, I must add. So add another five minutes of running to it all. Oh well. Still felt good. After one hell of a tasty dinner last night (homemade steamed tofu and veggie won ton dumplings - sometimes life if really really great), I went to bed with a bit more of an itchy throat and a bit of a sniffle. Which then developed into a wonderfully sleepless night on the couch reading the Genesis biography. While that sounds like a fairly good time, it kind of sucked due to the massive pounding in my head. When I finally woke myself up in a dream and took my sorry ass to bed, I was so full of snot I could barely see. And so, this morning found me in one hell of a lot of pain and irritation. Normally when I am sick, I am one hell of a whiny bitch. My wife hates it. I took that into consideration this time around, trying to not whine so much and retain a bit of a sense of humor about it all. That and Mucinex. Good stuff, although I think it kept me from normal drainage, which left me with a headache most of the day. Joy. Finally after a smashing dinner of veggie patty, peas, and baked squash, my head cleared, and I was able to get some work done. And that was my weekend. Sah-weet.
And by the way, I blame my short stint writing at Book Stop for my cold. I'm pretty sure there are viruses in there that would scare a biochem major.
Ta.
