The sort of sick you don't wish on your worst enemy

[zhie]

As I write this, I've banished myself to the pull out bed in the living room, hacking my way through this entry. Sunday I woke up with a small cough and a sore throat; now I have some sort of respiratory infection making my chest feel like it's on fire every time I cough.

I had to go in today; I had to teach and my annual budget was due. I'm hoping whatever I turned in was semi-coherent. I do recall telling my boss at some point, 'see? lots of pretty colored graphs and charts, very eye-catching' or something to that effect. Then I dreamed my way through the budget review after I got home -- which means I must be really sick to torture myself with that in slumberland.

The cats are enjoying the hideabed being out to no end, with the spectacular system of instant caves below it.

Oh, and it's snowing again. I suppose that's just a given these days when I post...

Mark is making me a big ol' bowl of soup, which... ah, yes, ready now.