I suspect it is probably for the best that yesterday’s plans all fell through, because today when I woke up I, too, was feeling a little off. It’s not quite a cold and not quite the flu; it’s just the annoying sort of bug, where I feel tired and achy, and where just walking up the stairs wears me out. But I am not sleepy – trying to take a nap just results in me lying in bed, covered in cats, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling and generally grumpy.

Luckily, whatever this is is also the sort of thing that has been (mostly) beaten into submission by simply remembering to take a couple ibuprofin every few hours to make the achy feeling go away. Luckily I had also taken all this week off from work (more the result of realizing that if I did not take some vacation, I was actually going to reach the limit and start losing hours than for any necessity for taking time off), so I have had nothing else to do but camp out on the sofa and knit. The one vaguely productive thing I did today was toss a load of laundry into the washing machine. No, wait, there were two vaguely productive things – I also made dinner. Granted, it was more along the lines of of me rummaging through freezer and fridge, pulling out anything that looked like it was on its last legs and tossing it into a pot with a can of tomato sauce and a can of chopped tomatoes and chiles, but we had that with homemade cornbread and it was quite, quite tasty. So I am counting today as (mostly) a success, even if it *has* come with the aid of lots of medication and a bunch of veggies that were not much longer for this world.

Tis the season for Holidailies!