Still sick. Horrible sick. Afraid of pneumonia sick (I'm asthmatic and get chronic bronchitis, so no, not me being a hypochondriac, me unfortunately being realistic...uck).
Done shopping (not that I had much, we only shop for the kids, my sister's kids).
And now, I'm going to bed in the hopes that I don't wake up feeling more like hell.
Supposed to go to the HF's place tonight, if it doesn't freezing rain. Cuz he lives on a big old hill (well the side of Mount Royal, for which Montreal was named). Dropped him off at the airport where he picked up a friend from South America that just arrived (surprise! 80 cms of snow that you've never seen before!)
I don't quite know what to say to people at this time of the year....It's very much like when people tell me that they're getting married or moving in together, I don't get it so I don't feel it, so anything I say will sound horribly fake. So I just don't say a word. Smile and nod.
I'll go to jam tonight. Friends want me to go, so I'll go. I can't really sing tonight, but everyone will live.
And that's about it around here. I should buy stock in kleenex (actually Puffs with lotion & Vicks) so I'll flake out and hopefully feel more human.
One can hope.