I hate colds

Lordy, do I feel like crap. I woke up with a cold on Saturday, and much coughing, wheezing, and sneezing later, it's still around. Today's the worst it's been, so I'm hoping I've reached its peak now and I'll start getting better. If I had sufficient sick time left, I'd so be taking it right now. As it is, I'm at work, doped up on Advil Cold & Sinus and trying not to do a faceplant on my keyboard. I've never been so glad to have an office to myself.

The concert last night was good. My cold wasn't too bad then, and I took some cough syrup right before we left. Noah was enthralled by the show for the first 40 minutes or so, and by the novelty of having a mini-fridge full of drinks and a roomful of people to charm. I had to remind him a couple times that he shouldn't sing along, or that he should at least do it quietly. :)

I didn't know anyone else in the suite...somebody's sister and her family, and two people that a company rep just handed the tickets to outside the box office with a "Merry Christmas". Still, we had a pretty good view, and we sat in the front row so that there was no chance of Noah kicking the back of someone's seat all night long (and our tickets said row 1). He got bored in the last 15-20 minutes, and his 3 pepsis caught up with him. I spent most of the finale of the Christmas Eve story standing outside the bathroom. We left after the first half of the show, since it was 9:30 and it was an hour drive home. Still, it was a good time, and we didn't even get lost driving out of downtown (like I have every other time I've driven downtown)!

Man, am I tired. One good thing about this cold, though--loss of appetite. I've had coffee and a little bit of lunch today, and even that was just to get myself moving and avoid falling asleep. I'm thinking of going for some tea in a little while, maybe curtail the coughing a bit. I doubt that I'll make the gym today--I did yesterday, but I was feeling better then. All I want to do today is get back into my pajamas and sleep this cold away.