As it seems to happen, I have come down with a nasty cold during a busy week. I've canceled a routine doctor's appointment, lunch with a hospice colleague, my hospice visit, two historic house tours, and my piano lesson. It sucks. The cold came on quite suddenly Sunday evening--typical sore throat, coughing, stuffy nose, painful ears, headache, blah. I've not slept more than a couple of hours at a time.
I'm resting--"Tudors" and crochet, plus liquids, neti pot, etc etc etc. I think I like to watch "Tudors" when I'm sick because I know it so well and can snooze--to those dulcet English accents!--without falling behind. Plus, the costumes and settings are lovely.
Anyway, it's clearly not the end of the world, despite my complaining. I only hope I'm better for this weekend, when Gommie and Pop arrive (they're wandering Maine right now) and we host Applepalooza!