April 17th, 2017

Happy Easter Yesterday!  I hope all ya'll had a lovely holiday and ate at least one Easter Treat that you really enjoyed.  Clearly the Easter Bunny stopped by our house.  All sorts of yummy choices.  And it is a testament to how lousy both of us feel that today that basket is still on the table looking exactly the same as it did yesterday.  Nothing in there looks appealing in the slightest.

When I am not feeling well, my first thought is, "Good, maybe I'll loose a couple of pounds".   A pretty twisted thing when illness is perceived as a weight loss program, right?  I say, illness. It's nothing serious. Just either a cold, or allergies. Probably. Or something along that line.  And oddly enough Tim and I both seem to have the exact same thing. I say it's odd, because he just returned from a week in San Diego. I've been here the whole time. So..... if it some contagious germ we both contracted, it had to have been at the same time, either before he left or a weird coincidence where he was exposed to the same germ in California as me here in Florida.

I don't know. Probably just allergies. Still. Only more so. Don't care much either at this moment.  That apathy is a symptom. Normally I would care. I know that. Then the usual stuff, congestion, sneezing, coughing, sleepiness.....  That's a small section of Snow White's dwarves that we are talking here.  Tim is back at his desk working, or at least trying his damnedest to work.  And I'll drag my sorry butt through my usual chores. But the odds of me taking a sprightly walk to the beach or a happy bike ride lies somewhere between slim and none.

The coughing is annoying and the sneezing is tissue-worthy and I know that the "I don't care"-itis will pass and the headache is becoming just another way of life that accompanies the fogginess of congestion. Don't ask me anything tricky, like my name.  Fighting to stay awake is probably the hardest part. I could, just fall asleep with no problem if I gave myself permission. Of course, immediately thereafter I would wake myself back up coughing, but, I digress.

Suffice it to say, we both feel yucky.  We will get better. The blog will be better too. Funny how that works.

Hope all of you are hale and hearty and enjoying your Monday after a 3-day weekend (hope you got one of those too!).  Maybe I need to wear a gas mask during the spring months?  Now there is a risky fashion choice.

My plan is to feel a whole lot better by tomorrow.