I know I've always been sorta "opposed" to having a TV in the bedroom, thinking that the bedroom should be a sanctuary dedicated to sleeping, reading, and [censored], but I must say, having cable TV right there when I am as sick as I am is great. Plus the TV set is inside the armoire, and the doors are kept closed when the TV is off.

My cold has been getting steadily worse all week, and I am home today. I am hoping it peaks today, in a hurricane of coughing, sinus congestion, and overall misery. I've got my bed, pillows, cats, cable TV, and husband willing to go buy me cough syrup. I am doing *nothing* today, y'all.

Which by the way, sucks TWICE as much since a) today might be the first legitimately warm day of the year, and b) my old friend Leonard is in town for the weekend and has a tight schedule meaning I don't even know if I will be able to see him now.

But I feel like shit and leaving the house will surely add more days to this ugliness. So, night night.