Sick Daze

Well, it was a pretty inert weekend.  I am ushering the last remnants of a cold or something from my person.  I slept.  I slept a lot.  I had some crazy ass dreams.  My joints all still hurt (knees, mostly), but I think I'll live.

I need to start thinking about Christmas.  Most pressing, I need a Christmas card picture.  That's the most time sensitive.  I don't even really feel like doing it, but it's kind of my thing.  I'm known for it.

I'm sure if I felt better in general, I'd be more inclined to want to get my carding on.

We went to a party last night and I ate some cake.  It was Publix, white icing, marble cake.  Ah, cake.  Sugar, sugar, sugar.  I love sugar.

Also, Robert.  I love Robert.  Happy birthday.

So, tomorrow it's back to work, and I have some writing to do.  I need to get some documents submitted for my January training, and I need to get focused.  I was so tired at the end of last week that it took everything just to get up, get dressed and stay awake.  I honestly think my lack of travel makes me a little less disease resistant.
 

Onward and upward.

That's it from here.  I'll talk with you once there's something to share.