I have a cold.

It hit me hard first thing this morning. Brett noticed it before I did; the first thing he said to me this morning after I greeted him was, "are your sinuses bothering you?" My first response was a puzzled "no," followed immediately by a confused "yes." Then my sinuses gave their own response by GURGLING. Which is never a good sign.

By the time we were heading out to run errands I'd already chapped the end of my nose with kleenex, I had a cough, and was achy and shivery. In retrospect maybe it was rude of me to spend so much time unnecessarily exposing the whole town to my cooties while browsing through the grocery store today, but I love the grocery store, so I had to go. I washed my hands though, and coughed and sneezed into the crook of my elbow.

Now we're back home and Brett is taking good care of me. He's making homemade gumbo for dinner (chicken and andouille thickened with okra, file, AND a roux, just the way I likes it), and we're watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD. Later we'll watch new episodes of Food Network shows, and then we'll fall asleep. And hopefully I'll feel better in the morning.