*hork*

So.

Back from Colorado. Sick as a dog - got sick on Thanksgiving night with a cold of some sort that has wiped me out since. (A cold that decided to throw in a Sunday night bout of flu just for variety. Ugh.) I managed two-thirds of a day of work yesterday before I couldn't stop coughing (I think it's the A/C drying me out) and called in sick today. Ugh. If I'm not over the worst of this by tomorrow morning, I'm in trouble - I don't have enough sick hours to take the day off and get paid. Drat. [I'm also running out of dinero for the cold meds...]

Still haven't gotten any closer to finishing my paper - every time I sit down to go over the books I have (hey, what else is there to do when you're stuck at home in bed?), my eyes just kinda roll back into my head. I can't string more than two sentences together at a time, and I'm re-reading paragraphs over and over because they aren't sinking in. This is going to be one painful essay to finish, I think. (I'm also running on the bare minimum of sources, so... yeah.)

Set up a steam room in the bathroom - it's the only way I can breathe, it seems - filled the tub with as-hot-as-the-faucet-can-spit-it-out water and a bit of something aromatic, and closed the door. I also have at least two mugs of hot tea in there, just for ambience. Or something. I think I'm going to look into food (not hungry, but I haven't eaten, either) and then go camp in my makeshift sauna to try and get some reading done.



To-do list:

Thank-yous
Essay
Laundry
Unpack, luggage to attic.


And no, it's not likely most of this will get done before Friday afternoon. Oy.