honk, honk

I worked for almost two hours this morning, opening the Orsay
shoppe on its final day. One of my co-workers told me that I sounded
like a Canadien goose (note odd spelling which has always intrigued
me, sort of) so I am taking advantage of the very generous sick pay
policy, finally, and now I'm home. Tomorrow I will be ready to work
again, I'm sure. Maybe.

fresh oj, pineapple, pears, sleep

One would think that there would be marked improvement after a
day in bed (for me) and chair (for Husbando). We consumed healthy
foods and did a few little things like dishes and laundry. But I can't
honestly tell you that either one of us is a whole hell of a lot better
than we were last night at this time. But at least I don't have to go
to work until 7am tomorrow and I think I might be coming home
after a couple of hours there. We'll see. Oh, yeah, the visual. I did
a crossword and since my mind is gloppy, it took way too long, But
I finished. Online crosswords are better 'cuz those red letters pop
up telling me that I'm an idiot.

the house of sick

My turn. But I think it's a minor cold, unwelcome nonetheless.
Maybe it was the rumpled Kleenex® left on the counter yesterday?
Or the hundreds of customers sneezing and coughing at "the
hottest show in town." It's not what Husbando has, but I will
concede that he is feeling better and we both slept last night.
Actually, we don't know too many people who haven't been
hit with this cold/flu/cough.