I'm Just Sayin'

There is nothin' quite like a shot of Nyquil swirling around in the pit of your empty stomach.

Just Me, Glenn Close and Ernie...

The day before yesterday I had a sore throat and felt unusually tired...

But I didn't have a fever, so I soldiered on.

Yesterday my throat wasn't any more sore than the day before... but I felt like I was in s-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n all day. I got out of breath just climbing the stairs. So, I started worrying... but still no fever. I told myself that I must be dehydrated and just not getting enough sleep or something. The sore throat? Oh, that's just allergies. It'll pass.

Then I woke up at 1:30 this morning and my throat was so sore that I couldn't stand to swallow.

I'm supposed to work today. My scrubs are all hanging in the bathroom mocking me... waiting for the alarm to go off.

I rolled over and closed my eyes.

Then I thought I'd better get up and see if I have a fever. So, I padded down the stairs and found the thermometer.

100.8.

Ugh.

Not too high, but high enough...

I called work and broke the news. Then I climbed the stairs, again feeling quite winded, took some Tylenol, vitamin C, found my iPod, padded back down the stairs and plopped on the couch.

I downloaded season one of Damages months ago. I guess now is as good of a time as any to start watching it.

No workie for Karen today.

I'll be hanging out on the couch.

Just me, Glenn Close and Ernie...

Crossing my fingers for Maine...

(Warning: You might cry. I know I did.)

How could anyone not get it after listening to what this gentleman has to say?

87-year old Philip Spooner, a lifelong Republican and World War II veteran, making the case for gay marriage in Maine:

God bless Mr. Spooner.

Wilma's Ready to Trick or Treat.

RVA in NYT

A cool take on RVA from the NY Times travel section.