I’ve had a bloody ass cold for two and a half weeks. No, not literally, that’d be highly disturbing and a definite over-share for my blog. But the cough, the sniffles, the head in a fishbowl feeling. I can’t shake it. Plus I’ve been really busy doing some major work on the house.
Rooms are getting cleared out, junk thrown out, walls re-painted. Dust is flying everywhere and co-mingling with the dog hair and my allergies are probably keeping the cold alive. It sucks. It’s hard to sleep, which I don’t even do well at the best of times.
Last night I was up until 1am. Then, I spent five and a half hours getting about three hours of sleep, tossing and turning, coughing and just being miserable. At five thirty I went downstairs in my bathrobe.
My oldest daughter had pulled an all nighter. She had a big assignment due this morning and wanted to finish it properly so she just didn’t go to bed. We chatted for a bit and then both realised we wanted coffee.
There’s a Tim Hortons about three minutes (walking) from our house. She offered to go, seeing as she was already dressed and I said sure, since I didn’t want to go upstairs and wake anyone by putting on lights and getting dressed myself. But, since it was pouring rain, she called first to see when they would be open.
Not until 7.
So, after debating it with her for about…oh…a minute, I agreed to drive her to the other one as long as she would run in and pick up our order. (the open one has no drive thru)
So there I was at quarter to six in the morning, in the absolute POURING rain, sitting in my car in the Tim Horton’s parking lot in my bathrobe and flip flops.
Now I’m just sitting here with my second coffee of the day (I rarely drink more than one) and WIDE awake hoping and praying I don’t hit the 3pm wall and get overcome with exhaustion.
Should be a fun day.