Zzzzz

I’m really sick. I would really like my antibiotics to start working so I can breathe, and also sleep through the night without feeling like I’m going to cough a hole into my lungs.

brush your shoulders off

I spent a little more than two days feeling like something sinister was building up in my system. I had a fever, I ached, and I wanted to nap 20 times a day. By Tuesday evening, though, I decided to call its bluff. If it wasn’t going to get any worse, it obviously couldn’t be anything too terrible. By yesterday ...

in which we’re infectious!

Matt and I both went to the doctor yesterday. He has pinkeye from his cold. I have an ear infection. We both have antibiotics now, and are on the road to recovery! Also, the doctor washed out my left ear. Mother of god, is that the grossest feeling ever or what? (Actually, there’s one medical procedure that creeped me out ...

irie.

We had a fantastically relaxed weekend. It involved plenty of couchtime, sudoku and puzzle-doing, housecleaning, baking, and preparing for vacation. We went to the Gophers game Saturday night (they’re having a rough streak, those Gophers, but I have infinite reserves of hockey-related faith), then to Kristin’s birthday party. That’s about the only time we left the house, actually. Matt’s still ...