Anywhoo, that darn virus lay in wait and finally got me. Despite my sucking on Zicam tablets for 5 days straight and eating healthy and exercising, it got me. My throat hurts, I'm sneezing, I'm pissed off because I hate being sick. Also, I HAVE THINGS TO DO other than lie around and whine.
|Sick day activities|
I'm not good at relaxing, actually.
So I also vacuumed and put the finishing touches on Brian's high school transcript and made matzo balls for the chicken broth I serendipitously had hanging around. Then I went out to Knit Night because I was tired of being cooped up in the house.
As you can see from the picture, I'm trying to read some intelligent material. I figure I might still have a chance to salvage any brain cells of mine that haven't already been killed off by Facebook and Twitter. In fact I'm more than halfway through my book, and it is chock full of big words and complex concepts. And that magazine actually has paragraphs that run longer than 3 sentences!
But you know what? I still prefer Twitter, because it's funnier. Humor IS the best medicine, you know...