Sicky Sickerson

Turns out, I was tired yesterday not just because I'd slept poorly on Monday night, but because I was also coming down with a cold. I felt progressively worse last night, and today, it's been nuthin' but mucus mayhem around here.

It's just a cold, but since I can't take a decongestant or anything, I'm feeling pretty miserable. Miserable enough to cancel my afternoon class and spend the afternoon sleeping on the couch with Kleenex shoved up my nose.

I kinda knew this was coming my way eventually: Norah has been a Booger Baby the past few days and Jerry too has been feeling crummy. I think that even Scooter may have some sort of doggie-cold since he keeps sneezing; I'm not sure if human colds are transferrable to dogs, or if I'm just imagining things, but it seems our whole family is down for the count.

I'm hoping a good night's sleep tonight will help me feel better and while I'm sure I won't be cured by tomorrow, I hope I feel better. I also wish they made NyQuil for preggos.