Yeah, I'm here. I've been a bad blogger. Bad, bad blogger. I should be spanked.
Work is hectic, with the end of our company's tax year (this week), and our fiscal year ending next month. I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed. But, some things are slowly getting accomplished ... so I'm stressed, and working some weekend days as well (although from home so far), but my head is above water.
This morning I woke up with an annoying, dry cough. I looked outside at the half-inch or so of snow that fell last night, and wanted to call in sick and just go back to bed. Not this week, though. So I went and plowed through my day, eating half a piece of pizza for lunch (just never got to it all), feeling increasingly nasty, and then left the office promptly at 5:00. Once I got out in the cold, walking the three blocks to my car, I started shivering with chills so hard that I just wanted to cry. All I wanted was to be in my bed with my Scott and a puppy or two or three. Got home, took a long hot shower, put on my pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and poured myself a screwdriver. My experience from grad school shows that a few strong drinks the first night you feel like crap can kill anything. And I took my oscillococcinum (my buddy R introduced me to this - not sure yet if it works). And Scott was sweet and brought me some Dayquil and Nyquil to get me through those horrible first days of a cold.
I'm half listening to the responses to the State of the Union address (I had it on the radio, but couldn't make myself seriously listen), dinner is in the oven, and as soon as dinner is over I'm chugging some Nyquil, getting into bed and hoping I don't spend most of the night alternating between sweating and shivering uncontrollably.
Thus endeth the pity party. I'll try to get a meaningful post later, kids.