I have a cold. It’s your basic disgusting, unpleasant cold. Lots of sleep, lots of water, lots of TV and all will be fine.
Only One Minute Left to Purchase
Except I don’t have lots of TV. The roof antenna claims to have found 19 channels in this area, but in reality it’s 8-ish. They blip in and out–usually at the punchline. I can’t get the networks clearly, but the shopping channel has stellar reception. First of all, I didn’t know that shopping was on basic TV, and secondly, that’s not sooo bad because I have an odd fascination with infomercials and the shopping channel. I never knew you could fill 30 minutes of programming talking about the tufting in a quilt. But you can.
Following other travel bloggers, I’ve seen that many write about getting sick on the road. They’re all international travelers, so getting sick means something very different than the common cold. Yet another reason to travel America…
Attention all Surrogate Mothers (and particularly the one who birthed me)
- Yes, I got my flu shot
- Yes, I felt feverish the next day–a side effect about which they warned
- Yes, I’m taking medicine
- Yes, I’m eating protein
- Yes, I’m warm enough
- No, I don’t have a fever
- No, I don’t have a vaporizer. I never understood the good they do when I had ample space in a house, so instead I brought my crockpot
- I think I may have gotten the cold while at synagogue services–all those people
- It likely would have happened after the High Holidays even if I were in Atlanta, so no need to fret
That about covers it. I’m going back to bed.