I have a cold.
It's a chest cold, not a snotty sneezy one.
And not the kind of cold that totally knocks you on your butt so you don't really notice the days creeping by...
No,
it's one of those gaspy, raspy, coughing dealies that makes you tired, and keeps you from doing much of anything except catching up on daytime TV.
Holy schmolly there is a whole lot of crap on TV.. and the commercials.. so many gorram commercials. (I've also been basking in some Firefly.)
And resting...
Can I tell you how overrated spending more than one day resting is? (Grumble, grumble.)
Luckily, I didn't succumb until after the Book Fair was set up, and I don't have a shift to work until later in the week. Hopefully I'll be all right and shiny for Friday's breakdown of the Fair.
It's a good thing that it has been about a year since I was sick enough to be confined to bed.. otherwise I'd really be grumpy. I have stuff to do, and this whole "sick" business really puts a cramp in my style, not to mention my aching back.