May 21, 2006 14:36
I don't know if it's good genes, clean living, or moderate diet and exercise, but Brother and I both rarely get sick. Maybe one cold and one 24-hour-flu per year, in my case.
Brother has been fighting a bad, nasty bug for the last week, and so now I've got it. It was, as he said, inevitable. Sore throat, sniffles, hacking cough, achey, tired. Staying up late talking for hours last night didn't help. The worst part is that it is a beautiful, sunny day up here. I'd love to be out by the Charles or going for a run, and it's all I can do just to lay on the couch. I need to get better before the hellish there-and-back-again trip to NYC on Tuesday. I really don't want to do that feeling like this.
On a good note, I posted the old dresser on craigslist and got large response. Someone should be picking it up and taking it out of my life forever.
I think I shall sit on the porch and wait for them to call me back. Than I shall nap.