I hate being sick. I make a lousy patient and, particularly if I get sick at the end of a weekend, I never seem to get enough rest. A coworker has a vacation day today, another coworker is out tomorrow and Friday, so I'm at the office again all three days, just like I dragged myself in yesterday. At least my cardiologist's office confirmed I can take cold medicine without it interfering with my usual medications. Getting older sucks sometimes (although the alternative is, I think, far worse). At least there's always the cats playing with each other to cheer me up (they're doing that "Datsa walks by the vanity chair whilst Amy, on the chair, grabs at his tail" game), as well as the 1,000 Hand Bodhisattva Dance (via Houston).
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