Yeah, right.

I took the day off work yesterday. It was very nice. I slept till 1pm, then fell asleep again sometime around 4pm. There's something about Dr. Phil that puts me to sleep. Must be the way the stage lights rhythmically reflect of his bulbous, shiny head.

Yawn.

With all the sleep and drugs from yesterday, I do feel somewhat better today. I still feel like garbage, but it's more blue-bag than green-bag garbage (ha ha.. Moncton humour!).

I'm looking forward to the weekend. Jana will hopefully be coming down. She's also feeling under the weather, so we'll see. In either case, we have an appointment for a spa day in Flax on Saturday, so that's where I'll be. I'm looking forward to human touch again, even if I had to pay for it.

It's a cold and blustery day here today. Between the wind and my hampered immune system, there were a few moments where I had to stop and catch my breath. No fun. However, I hadn't walked since last week, so it felt nice to fill my lungs with something other than phlegm.