I have definitely joined in having a cold… rapture. Z was bad enough that he stayed home from work, which… for him to do that, that means he’s about dead. Hopefully he’ll feel better in the morning, since otherwise I’ll need to call a taxi to get into town. That is, if I’m not dead to the world; it feels rather dicey right now. I really want to go though, so I’m preparing as if being there is a certainty.
Still, I’m in good spirits all told. It’s little things, like getting a sickday wander around the grocery store with Z. We went to pick up some snacks for me for tomorrow, and some lunch for him (all part of the same master plan).
Anyways, I should flail about and try to get a few more bits done.