Oh yes, I was doing well there with updating for a couple of days. Then I got sick, and haven’t had much extra energy to spare. I’m still sick 12 days later but feeling less pressed to get other things done and quite guilty about not having done a thing here for a while. So here I am with a recap of the last couple of weeks.

Sickness onset evening was spent manning the Ohio State booth at the local college fair with a couple of more recent OSU grads. It was fun to compare notes and share stories, and great to talk to the college-bound kids. Such enthusiasm and optimism and grand plans! They all seemed to have very specific ideas about what they want to study, which is so very different from the way I was at that age. I went off to college vaguely thinking I would do something to combine my interests in science and photography, and came out the other end with a major in journalism and a minor in business and close to another minor in sociology. Apparently physical therapy is a very hot major right now, based on the inquiries I was fielding. By the end of the evening I had been babbling for three and a half hours straight. I thought my sore throat was the result of that alone, but alas it was not to be.

I woke up rather miserable that Friday but had some time-sensitive proofs awaiting return on my desk at work, so went in long enough to get those turned around and out the door. Then I went home. The rest of Friday and all day Saturday were spent alternately napping and reading.

I woke up Sunday feeling a bit more human -- you know that last-day-of-the-cold feeling. I thought for sure it was over, perhaps just being optimistic since Kevin was coming home from his trip and I didn’t want to be sick when got home. We had some lunch and went to a movie and just had a nice day.

All last week was the same story, though: Sleep sporadically, awakened by coughing spasms, get up feeling crappy, feel a little better an hour or so later, cough a little during the day, go to bed convinced that it’s over, shampoo, rinse, repeat. By Friday I made a deal with myself that if it wasn’t gone by the time the weekend was over, it was doctor time. I woke up yesterday (Monday) feeling it move into my chest, and off I went. I now have a nice little display of drug bottles on my bathroom shelf. I spent last night napping and finishing the book I was reading and playing solitaire and basically just not moving from the couch. I went to bed and propped myself up with pillows and still slept like crap and was awakened by the kitten when the sky started to get light, which around here is about 5:15 these days.

But last week wasn’t all misery. My good friend Amy graduated with her master’s degree this weekend, so of course I had to host a party. We put up a tent and grilled some chicken and burgers and dogs and drank margaritas and ate grasshopper cheesecake and killer chocolate cake and had way too much food in general. What a great time. The tragedy is that I premixed the margaritas so that I wouldn’t have to spend all my time mixing in front of the blender and I made too much, so now we have lots of leftovers. Tragedy, I tell you.

Other than party preparations and actual partying, I’ve been lazy, lazy, lazy. And I don’t feel too bad about it, either.
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