As anyone who might check in regularly has noticed, I haven’t kept up with the blogging in a few days.  Reason?  I’ve got the crud.  Some nasty bug has been moseying around these parts and it landed on me.  There’s been a lot of Nyquil, Advil, and pudding consumption.  Pudding you ask.  Yes, pudding.  For some reason when I get a bad cold I crave pudding or mousse or cheesecake or any other of a long line of sweet things.  Luckily my sweetie takes this seriously and always helps me out, as does my bro.  I’ve been miserable, but at least I’ve had snacks when I want them.  I’ve been home sick since… uh… Wednesday.  That’s three days here on the hide-a-bed.  Three days of not going outside, not moving around, doing a lot of nose blowing, and trying to sleep.  Three days of having a temperature, and aching, of Vicks, and having the dogs jump on me to lick my face because they know something isn’t quite right with their mamma.  Three days of everyone avoiding me, using their sleeves on their shirts to open cupboards, and of major hand washing.   I think maybe I turned a corner today.  My temperature is still above normal, but I think it’s going down.  That’s a good thing.  Being sick sucks.  Just so you know.  And, I’m sure you do know.  Everyone gets a bad cold occasionally.  I’m just whining right now.