just…just don’t

Tyla and I had colds yesterday, or perhaps we shared one big cold, like we sometimes do with a blanket on the couch when we’re watching television. Only it was less snuggly and more “beh. bluh. ugh.”.

Today Tyla is back at work, researching and teaching and organizing children back to health, or something. I, on the other hand, have upgraded my cold-like symptoms to flu-like symptoms. I’m cancelling meetings, missing birthday celebrations, and apparently having the sort of awesome flu-fever dreams that one usually has to lick a toad for. (As a rule, I don’t remember my dreams, but when I woke up this afternoon the pillows and blanket were feet from the bed, and the cat was sitting in the doorway staring at me. There aren’t a lot of progressions that start with peaceful sleep and end up with that kind of total disarray, to my knowledge.)

So if you need something from me before Monday, please send a new host body. And don’t share a drink with me.

3 comments to “just…just don’t”

  1. entered 23 June 2006 @ 5:54 pm

    When the cat is staring at you, that normally means it’s time to microwave a burrito. At least that’s what I’ve been told.

  2. James
    entered 24 June 2006 @ 4:23 pm

    This is just an excuse to watch the World Cup, isn’t it?

  3. entered 28 June 2006 @ 9:57 pm

    [...] Shaver’s still on the mend, but perhaps he can rest a little easier knowing his ticket the the Goo Goo Dolls + Counting Crows concert tonight didn’t go to waste last night. [...]

  4. entered 29 June 2006 @ 1:46 am

    I hope you feel better soon and get over what eer it is you got, whatever it is sounds pretty bad jsut remeber to feed a fever and starve a cold {old wives tale}