I am sicker today than I was this weekend, which seems both unfair and not the way a cold is supposed to work. Nothing about my immune system works the way it's supposed to, though. Since it's bad form to call in sick on your seventh day in the office, I'm sitting at my desk, quaffing tea and resenting the nameless person who gave me this cold.
On the bright side, CodeMonkey couldn't sleep last night, so while I was zonked out on cold medicine, he cleaned the entire kitchen. I love that man.
We're on track to not eat out at all today, so that's 5 meals eaten out and 13 eaten in this week. Go me!
ETA: My boss asked me if I wanted to "go home and sleep." I declined, but damn, that's tempting.