orichalcum

When I'm really sick, at least pre-baby, I know what to do - go to bed and curl up with tea and kleenex and ignore the world and sleep a lot. What I really hate almost more is the state of "walking sick," largely because it forces you to make decisions with no good choices. Take today. I have a cold (caught over Tgiving) which has left me sniffly, lightly sore throaty, fever-ish, and generally lethargfic, but not, you know, actually nonfunctional. I had an exercise class today, one I was looking forward to. But between my state and, worse, my worry that being in an enclosed room with 7 other moms and babies was not a good deed, I wound up reluctantly deciding not to go. So now I'm sitting here, kinda wishing I was there. Luckily, Mac is so far fine - and complaining about the fact that his_9 month_ outft isn't really long enough.

If I feel better in a bit, I'll go to the library. Of course, there are kids there too. meanwhile, i'll be productive.