Why is it a cold, which really is the most unimportant of diseases, makes you feel so crappy?
My throat started hurting Saturday night, and now it's at the ticklish stage. My nose is stuffed up, so I'm breathing through my mouth, which makes me cough.
And my eyes hurt. This is a problem because I was planning on watching TV tonight. At 7 PM, if I read the schedule correctly, they're showing the U Conn women's basketball team, and then at 8, there's 2 hours of The Voice (Melanie is my favorite, although I'll be shocked if she wins).
The Voice I can watch with my eyes closed, but I think that would have a negative impact of my enjoyment of the basketball game.
Now I know you're thinking, have some chicken soup. And I would if I could, but I, author of Life As We Knew It, the inspiration of preppers throughout the land, don't keep chicken soup in the house, and when I went grocery shopping on Friday, I didn't know I was going to be sick starting Saturday night. I haven't gotten dressed since, which is quite the statement, because my old agency always sends out checks on Friday, which means they come on Monday, and even though there's no reason to think they sent me a check on Friday, I have a Pavlovian response to Mondays. So I must be ding dang close to death's door not to get dressed and get my mail today, a Monday.
The only good thing about colds is they don't kill you and they go away. Of course, I don't know how long it's going to take for this one to go away, and I have a dinner date with Todd Strasser scheduled for tomorrow night and that may just get cancelled. Given my complete lack of a social life, the irony of this is not lost on me.
Remember my resolution not to complain so much? That doesn't count when you have a cold. It just doesn't. I bet even St. Rose of Lima kvetched when she had a cold.
And rumor has it, she made one heck of a matzoh ball!