Blargh!

A couple of weeks ago Sam had a cold. This devious virus allowed me to think I'd escaped its clutches so that it might completely clobber me yesterday. I went from "Hmm, my throat is a little scratchy," late Saturday night/early Sunday morning to, "Mah doze doedn't work!" in no time flat.

Given that I couldn't sleep and I was afraid to take Nyquil since I'd rather be tired and coherent than spending an entire day in a medically induced fog (this is why I never wanted to try illegal drugs; OTC drugs can fuck me up just fine on their own, particularly the ones with sleep aids), I elected to turn off my alarm when I woke up at 4:00 AM. This means the kiddo who, apart from coughing and sounding only a little stuffy, is staying home from school today. He did have a stuffy nose this weekend and had trouble falling asleep last night, which knowing him will be the only symptoms he'll get and he'll be A-OK tomorrow.

He's not getting off easy, though. He has a project to work on for school and we have reading to do, plus I'm pretty sure I know what his math assignment will be. Also, I can log online now and he can do his spelling homework there, which doing it on my computer will be like a treat for him. (If only I'd had this back in the day, huh?)

Today's agenda is drinking water, lots of water (drank OJ yesterday), and resting a lot.