By the time I woke up this morning the awful pain in my throat had finally subsided. All that was left was this annoying feeling that there was something stuck in the back of my throat. I know it was only because my throat was so swollen, and frankly it didn't bother me so much because at least I could finally swallow without wincing in agony. Along with the icky throat I've been a little bit stuffed up, and also lacking any energy at all. Richard's been sick too, so we're quite the sexy pair, sitting listlessly on the couch side by side, him hacking and wheezing and me blowing my nose. It is kind of amusing though, considering that we're both so drained of energy that a simple task like cleaning up the latest insurgence of ants can leave us both exhausted.

We both got flu shots this season. I don't know if this is just some version of the yearly winter crud that has been passed around among everyone we know, or if those flu shots are actually doing their job and we are experiencing a sort of "flu light", wherein we get the lightning round of the bug and get to miss out on the worst of it.

Richard went in to work for an hour or two to take care of a few things but I've just sat at home, alternating between poking about unenthusiastically on the computer, knitting hats (like that's any big surprise), and napping. Both Firefly and season 5 of Buffy showed up today, which was marvelous timing for two people home sick, but this lack of energy meant I didn't want to try to watch anything I actually wanted to pay attention to. Luckily the latest batch from Netflix included four more episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation – including an episode I had actually never seen before, despite years of watching the late night reruns on TV. We ate leftover pizza for lunch because it didn't require any effort. Dinner was steak, sweet potato crack, and steamed broccoli, with an entire head of roasted garlic to spread on the meat. If the hacking and the sniffling and the wheezing weren't enough of a deterrent, we can now add in a massive amount of garlic to the reasons why we're simply not fit company to be around.

This does, of course, mean that our tentative plans to catch the midnight showing of Return of the King tonight have been dashed to pieces, but ah well. That's what the weekend is for.