I'm starting to sound like an old lady, but twice a year, I feel like one.
The cold, is indeed, descending into my chest. But today I was not able to rest, I drove my broken-legged friend, Eric, from Hollywood to Carson, drove Don downtown and back (he spent the day trying to puzzle out what the hell is wrong with my computer), and I went to pick up my surgery-recovering friend David from the valley so he can veg out on my couch for the weekend.
I'm bushed. I'm going to take a nap, then I have to get up and shop and cook for David (who has been a very good friend to me of late).
I do hope I feel better for my class tomorrow, but it's not as if I have a fever or anything. I'll live.
MCO 2005
