But not the darkest! It is indeed a very gray day. I slept in until 8:00 on the strength of the dim light. But my health is improving. Still seem to have a cold, but just a cold. Just the tiresome little headache and runny nose and plugged ears.
Husband RJ has a mild flu. THE flu, but milder because of the shot. He went to work one day for a meeting. Wrong move! Surrounded by flu victims hyper from medicines. They would not let him leave, buttonholing him as he ran for the door.
I have a cold, but RJ has aches, fever, exhaustion, and dry, hacky cough. I've been walking, blogging, playing video games, and he, well, he's been moping.
Hurray for moping! After all, it could have been deathly ill, flat-out in bed, with vomiting and diarrhea.
We believe in flu shots. And it is still not too late to get one. We've gotten them in January in the past and have been able to avoid the mess that inevitably comes up in February and March around here.
Some day I'll tell you about the pregnancy that was highlighted by three successive bouts of the flu. And yes, all were the flu, verified by a doctor, separated by four weeks of recuperation. I was young, thank heavens.
Hugs, but no kiss. Not till the nose stops running.