It’s beautiful outside.  So Cal is having a summer weekend again.  Brandon is out and about.  But here I am at home.

I told you my boss has this coughing cold, right?

Of course, I caught it.

I was at the office until 9 p.m. last night with a cold in development.  I was staying late in hopes that I would get most of the prep work for the Wednesday conference done so I don’t have to go in today or on Monday.  I don’t really remember eating the giant cobb salad Brandon brought home for me.  I however remember taking the last shot of Nyquil and went to bed.

Woke up nice and icky, my friends, and effectively got myself out of going back to the office today.  But that also put me out of going to Mazing Amy’s going away party.  That part totally sucks.

Because the cold is sitting pretty on my chest, I am blessed that I can taste my food.  And taste I can.  Especially when I am craving food as if I haven’t eaten in days.  I had soup. I had salad. I had apple fritters.  Along with all of that is the main stay of the day of green tea and Airborne interspersing with Tylenol and Mucinex which Brandon went out and got for me this morning.  God bless my husband who just came off of a case of strep throat himself.

Uh-oh.  I’m sweating.  I think the fever just broke.  That’s good sign, right?
I need a bath…

*sigh*