Zip. Zilch. Nada.
I came home from dialysis, made dinner, ate dinner, and promptly fell asleep in the Happy Chair with my project in hand. We started watching a movie, but I think I was out before the opening credits had finished.
Today I am hungover, which is quite normal apparently, so for the next few minutes I'm just going to get my wits about me, read the paper, attempt the puzzles, and then get on with the day. My eye is much much better thanks to drops and me keeping my hands away from my face, and I have taken your good advice and ditched the bargain tissues until such time as I need them occasionally rather than every four and a half seconds.
I am, however, happy to report that it really was just a good old fashioned head cold, and that my decision to say "No, thank you" to the arsenal of antiobiotics and whatnot that the team wanted to throw at me was the right one. The last thing I need to do right now is develop a resistance to things that will eventually save me...right?
All in all, nothing to complain about in these here parts. Jersey Boy has left for the office, I am doing a little laundry and enjoying the quiet, and the sun looks like it wants to shine on the newly fallen snow.
Not bad for a Tuesday, indeed!