Hack, Cough, Snork

In one of those fundamentally Unfair twists of fate, I am coming down with a Summer Cold. Such a nasty paradox, that name.

It has been lurking on the edges of my awareness for a few days, as I fervently prayed it would turn out to be naught but a nasty allergic reaction to the many, many floaties the cottonwood trees have been sailing about, but alas...

So I've been sitting in my pjs since the unearthly hour of eight pee-em, sniffling into a stray Kleenex or two from the two dozen or so that the kidlets strewed (have strewn? strew? I should know this) about the Skyhouse this morning during their now daily Let's Drive Mama Insane morning antics. Little did I realize that they were simply preparing my immediate area for Snot Emergencies. Next thing you know I'll discover that those cereal crumbs and juice-soaked sheets come in handy for a midnight snack.

I have a (hopefully brilliant and giggle-inducing) post brewing about the antics of toddlers, but the general achiness and misery of my current condition precludes much in the way of wordcraft.

Or World of Warcraft, for that matter. Or laundry, although I probably should drag myself down to the basement and at least load the dryer, since mildew is not my friend. Why oh why do I have to live on the top floor of a three-story house and do laundry in the BASEMENT? That's FOUR FLOORS WORTH OF STAIRS, people. I can do that much math, at least. I think...Now I'm second-guessing myself.

I might as well make myself some tea while I'm down in the nether regions of the house.

You may now continue your merry, healthy lives. Perhaps you could send a pity-full thought my way now and again.

*Sniff*