Breathing

...but not through my nose. I hate colds.

So far this is not the weekend I had hoped for.

My youngest remains sick, pale as a ghost and clutching a bucket wherever he goes. He did have a couple of hours outside in the afternoon, however, building snow forts and tunneling, but as soon as he tried to eat he was back to pale and nauseous. I doubt he'll be playing soccer tomorrow night (tonight?).

As for me, all dates and activities are off, except for the essentials.

The musician called early in the evening and said that she had wanted to come over and provide care for the ill (me) tonight, but had had a headache all day, so she was nursing herself back to health. Hopefully her recovery is a lot faster than mine.

Tonight (last night?) was supposed to be a night out with the prof, but we determined that she is wise, deciding to avoid my current plague like the plague. Fortunately she had backup plans and the only bad luck was when she also tried to call when apparently my line was busy*.

Finally my ex sprung it on me tonight that the boys (well, she's says it's their idea and not hers, but it wouldn't be the first time that was not true) still want to buy me a gift and take me out for a birthday supper. I suggested Sunday as the first available opportunity, depending on if I've improved by then.

This cold isn't even that bad compared to the last one I had, but no breathing equals no sleep equals no brains equals foggy days, so I'm looking forward to its prompt exit.

A less than desirable day indeed.

Tomorrow (today?) is another day, however...


*Since the alarm system and satellite system each call out infrequently, but daily, I'm guessing I've been foiled again by electronics. I think I should pull the plug on the latter system at the very least, and don't get me started on the alarm system's habit of blasting callers' ears off.