Argh. Waking several times this evening. Body clock thinks it is 6am now. Shortening days doing me in.
Let's see: aches, stuffy nose. Fever? Hard to say. Time to play "Cold, Flu, or Age?"
Lack of fever points to cold, rather than flu. Contagious for the first three days, they say. Well, I *am* set up to work at home…
Sleep has turned me from an immovable, wretched mass into a merely semi-wretched excuse for a man. Going to attempt some work.
Work accomplished, at least some of it. Feeling weary again so may grab a nap before doing more.
Oh, I see, that work I just spent the early afternoon doing I didn't actually have to do? Great.
Thinking budgety thoughts as I prepare the latest offensive against the credit card industry, or at least the small part I interact with.
I think sudafed and ibuprofen before bed is in order for me. With luck and a good night's sleep, I'll be ready to go in the morning.