Last night I left work and drove home listening to stuff from my iPod via my new iTrip FM transmitter, which is groovy but doesn’t sound half as good as XM radio.

When I got home I was exhausted. The flu isn’t entirely over yet, I guess. I nuked a frozen burrito, ate it, had a thermos of echinacea tea, and waddled bedward.

Five seconds after I dropped off to sleep, Mr. Brett came in and woke me up by flicking the overhead bulb on and off. “Why’d you do that?” I croaked.

“To see if you were here.”

“Where else would I be?” I said, and hacked up half a lung.

He came in and flopped down beside me on the bed. He made a few efforts at cuddling, but I’m fairly sure he was hoping to get laid and felt miffed to discover I was out for the day.

I drifted off to sleep again, only to be woken later by the damned television. I mumbled something about it being way too loud, but he couldn’t be bothered to get up and actually do anything about it. When I realized whatever movie was on was going to insist on continuing to indulge in automatic gun fights, I sighed heavily and got up.

I went downstairs and the entire house was on. All the lights were on, the TV was on, the stove was open, and in general Brett had just left everything running and come up to fall asleep in MY bed because I was tired.

Ugh.

I made the rounds, turning off and shutting down. I finished the last cup of tea in my thermos. I went back to bed.

And I woke up again at 2:30. Boing! Wide awake! I’m not like Brett, I can’t sleep from 7:30 until 6:00. I’m lucky anymore if I can sleep eight hours in 24.

I got up and went back to bed about three times, then gave up and read in front of the woodstove until 4:30, when I went and crashed out on the office daybed until my alarm woke me up at 8:00.

Today I feel much better, and am coughing less. I’m still tired a little, but I’ve been keeping the dairy to a minimum and I think it’s helping. No doubt when I get home in good shape I’ll have a giant redhead wanting to lie on me for for awhile; I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it. Snort!
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