As we roll along...

I think once I have a really hot shower, I can come back to the land of the living. I will feel like a normal person with a stuffy nose instead of something that just wiggled out from under a slimy, stinky, dirty rock. Ew. What is it with this cold? I go to bed absolutely freezing, but yet wake up in the middle of the night dripping with sweat and feeling like I had just walked 5 miles in a dry hot desert. Yeesh.

Rachel and I did manage to get out yesterday morning for breakfast and to get some shopping done for household stuff. But as soon as we got home, completely exhausted from the little trip, we took some more meds and headed to bed. At least Rachel has this flu right along with me. Not that I like her feeling the way I do, but at least we can push through it together. We have created a nice little harmony for "Winter Wonderland" by blowing our noses in unison. I am sure Amy Grant didn't know her version of the song could be taken to such a level.

Rachel is still curled up in my bed. I think I will hit the showers before she sees me and wonders what someone did with her real mom.