And not the wow, the temperature is dropping because it's September kind.
About halfway through my SGA Season 3 Prep for Season 4 marathon viewing yesterday (totally loves S3 all over again!), I realized that the discomfort and not-breathing wasn't just a oops, stirred up too much dust when moving books kind. Oh noes, this is a full-fledged no-holds-barred late summer chest cold.
I woke up miserable. Coughing, hacking, chest congested and achy. Took a shower, figuring that would help. Even started getting ready to go to work, but after the third coughing fit, I figured that would be a bad idea.
Called JP and managed to get out a sentence in between coughs. She's sick, too, but in the latter stages. Problem is, I think people are contagious before they realize they're sick, so I bet she or someone else at the office started this round.
(in case you noticed my music listing, I'm totally in love with all the fannish wonderfulness that has sprung from Ces' latest magnum opus, including
aesc's brilliant and mad language skillz and
sheafrotherdon's recordings of same. Fandom is so fucking brilliant!)
BTW, since I lose at posting - I had a fabulous birthday celebration at
beledibabe's last week (Labor day). Movies (I pimped her into
Bon Cop, Bad Cop and she pimped me into
Sahara); Her hubby A grilled burgers and we had a lovely dinner...then CAKE! I spent the actual day of my birthday (Tuesday) gloriously lounging about and reading. Made for a great short work week.
Sadly, there was some laundry angst on Thursday evening (cleaners started laundry, building turned off water and I ended up with a tubful of stinky wet clothes, which I then had to haul down to the laundry room on Friday night and spend 3 hours re-washing.) There was also some stupid hormonal angst (ain't menopause grand?) - but that, too, shall pass.
In any case, I'm going back to bed with Dayquil, tissues and a good book or three.
Tags: fandom, sick
Spirits:
sick
Listening to: walktheline - Iohannes Cash