Monday, Monday...can't stand that day...

It's about half-noon and I've finished my brunch. In the throes of a miserable sinus infection I've slept a lot in the past few days and had some extremely strange dreams while fever, chills and medications have waged war for control of my body. After sleeping for a couple hours propped up on the couch the other day I dreamed so strongly of making a salami sandwich with mayo, mustard, pickles and potato chips, that it woke me up. Of course it was dinner time and there was no lunchmeat in the house; I mentioned it to Himself while I prepared a small steak for us to split. Neither of us is feeling well enough to eat a balanced or full meal. I had fallen asleep after having a cup of chicken noodle soup, but the dream had rejuvenated my appetite.

The following day we'd bought a few groceries, and I'd made a vatful of Spaghetti Bolognese...quick, easy comfort food for this time of dragging asses, droopy eyes and drippy noses. Today I noticed the meat cooler contained a package of Cotto Salami so I built the dream sandwich. Something about the crunch of crisp salty chips just appeals to me, and dill pickles are strong enough to appease my craving for a tart jolt to my flagging taste buds.

Dammitall, I hate being ill. I don't mind sleeping a lot, but I hate that it's all I have the strength to do. At least the weather matched my energy level. Dismal grey sky, damp mist hovering wetly over the hills that surround us. The weather is not bitter cold, with the 41 F temperature steadily melting away the mounds of snow we've been inundated with for the past week. I poked my nose out the veranda door earlier, and damn me if it's not positively balmy out there. If I felt better I'd get dressed and drive to the post office to pick up the mail. Never mind; I'll take a hot shower instead, climb into fresh pajamas and have a nap. Then maybe I'll make a nice green salad to accompany the leftover pasta. That I'm thinking about food at all is sign enough that I am getting better, little by little. Tomorrow is pool league night, so it's just in time. We'll go out and pass on these stinking colds we picked up last Tuesday.

Meanwhile we're waiting for that little Limey lizard to call us with news about whose car insurance will fix our car. It's been nearly a week since Himself's fender bender and GEICO is seemingly dragging their tail in regards to liability for repairs; meanwhile he's using my poor old wreck to get to and from work.

Winter sucks, and then you catch cold.