I have the next four days off. Saturday and Sunday are, of course, the weekend. Monday is St Patrick’s Day (unless you are Catholic, then the Pope says its today, as there can’t be another holiday during Holy Week) and Tuesday I took as a holiday. So, Of Course… I woke up sneezing and sniffling. No coughing yet, but I feel it is on the horizon. Oh, and my eyes are tearing.
I am trying something new with this cold. I usually carry around little packs of kleenex with me. This time I have nicked one of Simon’s cotton hankies. Its clean, I took it right out of the basket of laundry to be folded (and if someone has a way to get laundry to fold itself and put itself away, please stop hiding it from the rest of the world, kthxbai). There is something comforting about a clean cotton hanky when you are sneezing your head off.
I am suppose to be going to get my haircut in about an hour and a half, but I contemplating canceling. I do need to go out today as Simon and I want to buy a cabinet thingy for the living room so we can finish unpacking this weekend, but I am thinking an hour at the hairdresser might be pushing it. I’ll decide in a bit.
Of course, it doesn’t help that it is freezing cold and raining today. I wish the Lion part of March would end already so we can get to the Lamb part.