I have it. My annual cold. I knew the minute I woke up this morning that I was sick. A lot of times, I'll start out with an allergy attack that turns into a head cold/sinus infection, but not this time. This time, it went straight to head cold with the sneezing, sniffling, stuffy head, fever. Of course, my fever is "only" 99.7 or so, but like I said in my post about John being sick, we both have normal temperatures that are closer to 97 - 97.5 degrees than the average 98.6. It really doesn't matter if your temperature is up to 99.7 or 101.3, those extra two or so degrees make you feel cruddy. I'm trying to look at the positive, though. Since I don't have to go to work Monday, maybe I'll have time to really rest and get over the worst of it by Tuesday. I tend to be a glass-half-full person. LOL
I had planned on being super-productive today, but it ain't happenin'. I am getting some things done (like the never-ending laundry) but certainly not as much as I had hoped. I had also hoped I could talk John in to going to a movie later this afternoon, but I don't even want to do that now. All I want to do is snuggle up on the couch with a mug of spiced tea (which I do have right now) and watch TV. I have The Other Boleyn Girl that I haven't watched yet. I may put it in after while.
John is outside washing Jessi's car, freezing his butt off I know. Maybe he won't get sick, too. He took her car to the shop that does all the work on his car, and they flushed the transmission (or whatever it is called) and replaced all of the brake pads. John replaced the blown headlight, but for whatever reason, the fuse keeps blowing. He can't figure that out, so he's going to take it to Auburn Mazda and have them check it out.
We also took the Miata to the body shop yesterday so they can fix the dent from his run-in with the deer. He was so ill when he came in Thursday night after he hit the deer that I didn't question too much. John is always so easy-going and laid back, and he rarely EVER gets angry, so I just knew the car was messed up horribly bad. When he got home yesterday, I walked out to look at it. My first response was, "That isn't as bad as I thought it would be." There was one relatively small dent, but it is going to take 800 bucks to fix it. GULP! Thank goodness for that extra money that goes into savings every month and for the check he gets for carrying film between the hospitals. I told Jess that we were having this run of "bad luck" because we didn't have our black-eyed peas on New Year's Day. :)
I guess that's about it for now. I'm going to go make another mug of tea and start typing up my syllabus for next week. Have a GREAT Saturday!
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