In Which I Ponder The Nature Of Time

The month of January is nearly half over, and I don't think I have yet come to terms with the fact that it is now 2007. The world, of late, has become quite insular for us; most of my time has been spent working on home projects and caring for sick kids. That is, until today -- when I became the really and truly sick one around these parts.

Have you ever had one of those colds where your nose just runs, perpetually? Not snotty, sticky mucus or anything... just a river of clear saline. It appears the thick stuff is still cheerily lining my sinus cavity, where the pressure builds toward the ultimate goal of actually blowing the top off of my skull.

And so it is that I take an involuntary break from organizing the newly converted guest room-turned-playroom to recline and sip heavenly, spiced tea. I spent the entire day doing my level best to NOT think about all of the projects and chores that remain undone, without much success. Of course, it doesn't help that T was in a football coma on the sofa. His intermittent outbursts would indicate that the New England/San Diego game was pretty intense, but keeping track of playoff games is entirely outside my realm of possible ways to fill my brain at the moment.

And so it is that I post-and-run, off to rest and recover and attempt to clear my body of this raging viral misery. Cheerio, dah-lings.