Gesundheit

There were little kitty sneezes emanating from beneath the bed this morning. I think Sammy's caught my cold. Poor little devil. He wouldn't come out so I could cuddle him, but hopefully he will stay there and rest all day. These pets of mine always pick the worst times to get sick--in between paydays. Of course, there's really no way to treat a cold, other than rest and fluids. Guess I should see if he wants some chicken soup, huh?

I'm starting to feel better, at least until I get out of bed and start moving around. That's when the coughing and dizziness starts back up. I skipped bowling last night just to stay in bed and get some rest. It worked out pretty well until my phone rang at midnight and scared the bejesus out of me. For the third time some girl was looking for Ryan. Sorry, sister, this still isn't his number!

(And don't you hate it when the wrong-number dialer starts to argue with you? Good grief! You called the wrong person! I was nice about it, so hang up the phone and leave me alone already! I'm not Ryan's grandma, nor do I know him. Plus, I've had this phone number for 10 years.)

Anyway, it took me a while to get back to sleep after that and I woke up twice more with coughing fits. I would gladly have stayed home today, but once again I'm forced to go to work thanks to obligations like conference calls and preparing for audit. Bleh.