Thursday, September 14, 2006

I had in mind to don a surgical mask and venture into the wilds of the hall closet, where rumor has it that dust bunnies the size of elephants lurk behind the suitcases, spewing their evil allergens out from beneath the door.

But instead, I find myself host to some annoying virus, one not virile enough to render me incapacitated so that I might sleep through the worst of it. One not weak enough for some ibuprofen to knock back its symptoms and allow me to soldier on.

No this one is just enough to make me miserable. So I fritter the day away. Nap, read, watch TV. Nap, read, watch TV.


Thor sez: You say nap like it's a bad thing.

1 comment:

Pam said...

That's a great cat yawn! Hope you are feeling better.