I had plans. Giant, huge, wonderful plans.
I would get the house organized and all of Halloween taken down.
Paintings would be churned out by the barrel-full (paintings come in barrels, right? Like sardines).
I'd at least have enough energy to change my header from Halloween to the old Standard.
But then it happened. The Rhinovirus attacked from out of nowhere and my new friends are these guys:
Day-Quil (well the knock off stuff) to keep me somewhat lucid, Mucinex to package and shove off all the snot and kleenex to dispose of it all.
I'm sick. I hate being sick. Especially with a cold. I feel bad enough I don't want to do too much but it doesn't knock me out as much as the flu does so I wind up trying to do things anyway instead of just sleeping the whole day.
And a puppy going through the pre-teen years isn't helping matters too much either.
She's become Miss Sassy, big time. Talking back just like her father.
For now I'm gonna go curl up on the couch and revel in my "I want to sleep for 20 years" virus.
If anyone invents the shrink ray, I could make a wonderful test subject for your Fantastic Voyage. You just have to kill all the rhinovirus you see on the way there.