Day eight
Hell: Day eight. So I've scratched off seven days of cold / allergy badness on my slate calendar with this handy shard of broken glass. ::::sssskkkkkrrrritchhhhh:::::::::
What I really need is fluids and for some reason I'm not really in the mood for for liquids. Nonetheless, I'm drinking now (just water and a little Gatorade). Depending on how I'm feeling later, we may take the Puppy for a walk in Chapel Hill. Get some sun and move around a bit and later take a stab at housecleaning. Either way, the housecleaning part needs to happen.