...about another day wasted trying to sleep off this crud? My only productivity was making split pea soup and finding my missing VISA card.
Oh, well. By being sick now, there's a chance we won't be sick around here over the holidays. Last year we spent the whole Christmas season on our own because Jenny was contagious and I was recovering from whatever I gave her.
I hope this whole month doesn't devolve into a history of illness, but illness is what we have. And I've watched all the seasons of Warehouse 13 to be found on Netflix. I know there are two more seasons, but I don't know how to access them. Uh, oh, rambling has set in. Never a good sign.
Anyway, time for this sicko to hit the sack.