TWTW - the one spent as an ailing hermit

That's a seductive title, right? Friday I crawled home from work and was asleep on the couch by 6:35. I woke up at 9 am Saturday morning but aside from showering did nothing all day that required moving from said couch. I read an entire book and watched the first three episodes of this season's Billions, started another book, ate the curative wonton soup, and had MFD waiting on me. He punished me by putting Dune on and falling asleep. I fell asleep on the couch again Saturday night but made it upstairs and woke up feeling sort of better Sunday. I had the sheets changed and my nails painted (OPI Gelato on My Mind) before you could say winter illness fuck off for good. Aside from laundry and food prep I took it relatively easy on Sunday: I read another book and started season two of The Santa Clarita Diet blissfully alone in the house - MFD was out showing houses then on a shore house mission to do some shit for next weekend as we have some people staying there.

It's a good thing I rarely get sick because I am not a good sick person. I will drag myself forward like I did all last week until I shut down then I lack the willingness to rest that is required to get my energy back. I don't have patience and I don't like to rest when I have things to do and I can be an asshole about it.

Weekly food prep: scrambled eggs for breakfast; roast pork loin with roasted potatoes and steamed broccoli or cauliflower for lunches or dinners; cheeseburger skillet for lunches or dinners; taco meat (not pictured) for dinners and to freeze; sliced pickles/black olives/petite diced tomatoes for tacos and cheeseburger thing; sausage/egg/green chile breakfast burritos to freeze. 

I had to run for the train this morning. Not really physically up for that. Thanks, Monday. 

Tomorrow is Show Us Your Books with me & Jana! See you back here for that. 

why colds are rude

A cold looks at your schedule and to do list, laughs, and sets them both on fire. The cold is in charge and you will do its bidding, which is not much.

A cold doesn't allow you a moment of peace, much like a houseguest that won't leave, a person that won't stop talking, or someone who won't give you enough personal space in line.

A cold is an energy vampire, making simple tasks seem arduous and difficult. Get up to get a drink? No thanks, the kitchen seems far...I'll just lay here and die of thirst instead.

A cold makes you a pariah. People would rather sit next to a pile of dog turds than you and your germs.

A cold turns you into a QVC addict, but your QVC is the drug or natural food store...or both when you get really desperate. I'll take one of everything.

Since you will open your wallet and pay any amount of money for any product that will make the cold go away by day three, a cold is a thief.

A cold is a trickster and a killer of dreams. When you think you're getting better, you go to Homegoods and surprise! You're not. So you have to leave your cart full of dreams and leave the store. I had plans for those things.

Colds threaten you...if you don't be quiet and keep to yourself, they might infect a man in your household. Then you'll have to deal with the dreaded man cold while you're still trying to bounce back from your own cold.

A cold makes you more impatient and irritable than normal...which for me is really fucking impatient and irritable. 

See? Rude. 

What is not rude - my aunt Lori, who is always a beacon of awesome in my life. We've had so many adventures and good times together with so many more ahead. I love hanging out with her whether we're doing something or both just sitting around reading. Today is her birthday, along with my aunt Dawn & uncle David. Happy birthday triplets!