Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Ill communication

The better half has left on a jet plane back east, so I'm here solo (with the two furry little monsters) for eight days, until I, too, fly east to join her and my family for four days of belated Christmas.

Solo and sick. I've been coughing for a week and a half, which means I'm a couple days away from investigating whether I actually have a thing, not just another of the umpteen December colds I've had in my life. The only benefit is that sickness forces me to wake up early and go to bed early, habits I have difficulty embracing when there's no one here to so encourage me.

But this'll be good practice for the upcoming long-distance-relationship stint. I'm prowling for apartments ... we'll soon see if anyone at the new job is in the market for a low-impact roommate. I forgot how much more expensive rent is away from Louisville. Ugh.

3 comments:

  1. This year, I got my December cold in September, right when Lea started school. I guess it's true what they say. But since then, every time I've felt like I was about to get another, it's been mild.

    I hope you find a great apartment, no old ladies involved.

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  2. Drink green tea, chicken soup, ginger ale...and get as much sleep as possible. At least you don't have to worry about the Eagles anymore!

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  3. Day 12...

    All of you should get a TDaP; I'm laden with nasty children germs!

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