If

there was a day for doing nothing, it could be defined as today.

Wait. Most of the world improperly identifies today as that day anyway.

So I feel like crap. Attending NWCon last weekend hit me up with the Crud, and on monday morning Seattle’s trees declared war on my lymphic system. Needless to say, I can’t breathe, can barely move (joint pain), and will not be doing anything more stressful than sitting upright today.

And even that’s in question. Good thing I did some dishes and laundry yesterday, Because I’m not doing a damn thing today except eat vegetables, drink water, and watch TV/Play games. Plus, I’ve got my new KC Superman t-shirt, my way cool bathrobe, and these nifty slippers to wear in concert.

And tomorrow? More of the same, with a trip to the nice doctors up the hill thrown in.

I’ll probably change the shirt, though.

Good times.