Another afternoon napped away. Stupid cold.

Stupid cold.

I spent last evening hunched over my stove, inhaling steam. It worked; I slept better last night than I did the previous three taking NyQuil.

I went to see Thor: Ragnarok with Lee this afternoon. On the way home, I saw a guy wearing a luchador mask who appeared to be imploring God to come down from the sky.

On the way home, I saw a guy wearing a luchador mask who appeared to be imploring God to come down from the sky.

How'd that work out for him?

Since I knew that Thor was otherwise occupied, I didn't stick around to find out if his summoning worked. I figured the odds were mighty smitey.

Lucky for me, not disrupting sleep. Avoiding more than painkillers because these days, most of the side effects are worse. My head is just a stingy, pressurized runny faucet. Hey, just like my heating system. Minus the stingy.

I hope you feel better soon, Tom. I'd share my chile posole, but I ate it all and they're closed Monday.

Unfortunately, Gary had to turn around and leave for a business trip. This is the third one in four weeks.

Sorry about the going it alone again thing. Seriously, I don't know how single parents manage. Toddlers are quite the handful when you don't have backup.

Health~ma wishes for the sickos.

Haven't seen the current movies, but I spent some time today choosing some upcoming movie selections with YouTubeTV. Between Netflix, Amazon, and YouTube my list of things to watch is already way long. Still we do like to go to the comfy chair theater so Thor may happen.

Husband thought he had a cold, but after about 24 hours, he's feeling better. I don't care what it was, as long as he didn't give it to me.

Ha, Tom!