Sick.

I meant to post last night, I really did.  But then the Benadryl happened.  Right before I sat laid on the couch and slept, while my children played with every, single board game we own.  One hour of Benadryl-induced sleep = totally worth having to pick up 3,597 game pieces. 

And then I watched Grey's Anatomy AND the American Idol results show, at which point it became abundantly clear that I cannot stand the way Scotty McCreery holds that damn microphone.  JUST PUT IT IN YOUR HANDS AND GRIP IT, DUDE. 

And then Mike gave me another Benadryl, because it was clear the first one hadn't quite calmed my *crazy*.

Most annoying thing about this cold?  One sinus/nostril is like a tropical rainforest, and the other, a dry, African desert.  Balancing two totally different eco-systems in your face is...challenging. 

But.  After spending a solid 13 hours in a resting position, I am feeling much better.  So there is a light at the end of this tunnel, and it appears that I AM going to live.  Which is *kind of* a bummer, because I am still looking for a way out of that half marathon next week.  Death would have been a great excuse.