I came home early yesterday. [Honk, honk, gag, snort, honk.] Transcribed three tapes for my attorney and a report for the other attorney and called it a day. Thankfully, we have a generous sick-day policy. Even more thankfully, I rarely have to use it. This is what the tulips looked like when I got to work yesterday.
I think I know how they feel. Just put me in the compost pile and pour out the stinky water.
I have taken the trash and the recycling out to the street. The neighbors, bless them, will haul the empty bins back to the side of the house later today. I have called in to work. I have no idea what I will be missing today [other than a clear head and free and easy breathing]. Breakfast was a mini-bagel, with two slices of pepperjack cheese nuked on top of each half. Spicy food and warm liquids will be the order of the day. My sinuses will thank me. My digestive tract, not so much.
I did sleep fairly well last night, notwithstanding the lengthy nap which I took shortly after coming home. I suspect there will be more napping in the near future, but first there will be a nice poach in the shower until the hot water runs out.
In knitting news, I am back at work on the minuscule sweater prototype in the non-wool tweed yarn. The body is done up to the binding-off at the armscyes, and I am currently working on the shaping of the left front, typing up each row as I go.
So the day will not be a total loss, though I would really much rather be typing away madly at the job I love and anticipating Knit Night tonight.
Be good [honk]. Remember who you are [sniff].