Also I bought a whole whack of stuff from Lehmans with my Christmas money and am a happy duck. I may be the only person in the world who gets excited over an ash shovel, but all the stuff I bought is really going to simplify my life. I am a hearth geek!

See, this is what happens with cleaning. I get tired of cleaning, and then I end up poking stupid people on the internet until cleaning begins to look like the better option.

I am exhausted. I swam (may or may not have been a good idea) and now have vacuumed and mopped the whole damned house. More to tidy up, but I need to make a TJ's run. Did I mention I am exhausted? And all sorts of weird shit hurts. I think the cleaning gave me tennis elbow or something.

Hee. That's an effective mechanism. 'Cause it's not like there's a dearth of stupid people on the internet. Or stuff to clean.

Did I mention I am exhausted?

Because you're SICK. And should be RESTING.

Hmph. Of course, maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better because my main accomplishment for the day was taking out the trash. And now I'm making a little stew with already-cooked meat and a sweet potato and a white potato.

This damn cold is holding on forever and seems to be kick my ass in terms of energy.

I am so with you. I'm on day 16, and I keep producing amounts of snot that surely are larger than my brain. The cough is reduced a lot, though not totally gone, and my chest isn't really tight any more.

But exhaustion? Oh my god. I just took a shower, mostly because I needed one, but also because I thought that maybe I could grab a sponge and see how much mildew I could get off the shower curtain that way. It turns out I got 90% of the mildew off with the sponge, but just scrubbing -- not like a maniac; actually, more like wiping, maybe -- wore my ass out.

I'd welcome total eradication of this cold any time now.

DH and I spent three hours buying plants, digging, planting and mulching the front beds at my office, because the owner is coming to visit next week and they were empty and made the place look terrible. We don't have enough landscaping budget to buy plants AND hire someone to plant, so I volunteered because I am, apparently, NUTS.

ION, we have started watching the complete new Doctor Who I got for my birthday. We saw the first five last night from the Eccleston era, which I'd never seen. Nice stuff!

Nine! He'll forever and anon be "my" Doctor. Four has taken a half-step back.

I have unpacked another box, and spent an hour looking unsuccessfully for my necklace lacing. See, I can go for a while unpacking the big stuff if I have places to put it. I have to set an hour limit on the fiddly bits or I spiral in to Rain Man state--not a good look for me.

I don't ever want to live without little bits of pot roast doled out in the freezer again. I mean, seriously. That stew wasn't even very good! (It would have been better if I had onions or wine in the house, among other things.) But it was still way better than anything else I could have come up with in five minutes of chopping and fifteen on the stove.

Will black work?

Absolutely!

Oh man, I've got the tummy sick. We were at Descanso Gardens and I ended up throwing up in one of the flower beds (luckily at the back, behind a building where no one walks). Ugh.