Rainy sunday…
and I’ve been in bed most of the day. J’s been sick with a cold, as have various people at work. Late last night, after dinner with friends (which was very fun) I got home and just felt blah. Actually more like blah with an exclamation mark. I took my temperature, and as usual, it was 96.7. Can that sustain life? I’m I really that cold-blooded? Oh well… so I cranked my electric mattress pad up to high, layered on teh blankets and shivered for several hours, then had weird dreams and the usual panicked dreams about Medicare and insurance that is part of my life right now.
Then the morning came, and I stayed in bed. Then the afternoon came, and I stayed in bed. At one point, I got up, came downstairs to J manically cleaning the kitchen with music blasting (ok, not really blsting, maybe just playing) from the computer, one of the cats laying in the corner acting sick, and a warped wooden pie board. Way too much for me to handle. I ran, didn’t walk, back to the bedroom, shut the door, turned the mattress pad back on, and went back to sleep.
J went to play soccer, despite being sick. He just loves it. I’m happy for him. Me, I’m here making autumn vegetable soup, worrying about the cat, and seriously contemplating going back to bed again. Poor kitty. : (
