Chillin and Illin'

I had laryngitis last week, non-contagious, and it was to the great enjoyment of my friends and family. I can't imagine why. When going in to and coming out of it, I had that charming whiskey and cigarettes voice without having to indulge in either. It was kinda hot.

But now I am fully voiced, and also the proud owner of a raging sore throat, pain in my sinuses, and a very wheezy pair of lungs. I woke up this morning, and did not work out.

However, I did have to pull it together enough to get reasonably attired and tend to the pups and the SC, who managed to get to school on time. Then I came home again and here I sit on the sofa, on my second cup of tea, and I have (wait for it... wait for it...) turned up the heat in my house. Yeah. I have no guests coming over, I have nothing special going on, and I jacked up the heat. I did manage to shower (sometimes that helps) and get into a pair of jams so I'm not the most evil thing from beyond, but I'm definitely glarpy.

Which is not to say that I am allowing myself to get into the throes of lethargy. I'm working -- sorta -- but I'm definitely feeling about 25% as productive as the last two days.

And I want a cookie. I might need to bake cookies. One of the things GH teases me about is there's no food in the house -- this means there is no pre-processed food in the house (or at least not much). You want cookies? Make 'em. You want pancakes? Grab the flour. I do it mostly because I like to cook, partially because of all the crap that's in preprocessed fod, and only very slightly because it keeps me from permanent snacking. Yep, definitely need a cookie...