Crap

Whenever we go out of town, even for a single overnighter, the cat gets pissy. We were back home for more than 10 hours before I even saw her. When she did make an appearance, it was stalking across my bed with her ears back. This cat can glare like nobody's business. Then she disappeared again.

Last night, she finally was ready to forgive and was trying to be her purring, cuddly self. But I didn't much care by then. It was 8:30 and I was already in bed because I felt like crap and had apparently expended ALL of my New Year's energy by mid-day.

This sucks.

Do you ever find yourself... when feeling poorly... contemplating that this may, in fact, be the rest of your life? I didn't get out of bed this morning even though I spent more than half the morning lying there awake. And all I could think was, "What if I never feel any better than this?" I know head colds/chest colds always go away... eventually, but still, when I get one, I seem to always get to this place where I'm convinced that it's never going to go away.

And that's depressing.

This morning I thought maybe I'd get up and function in the afternoon. I ended up on the couch, "watching" a movie, and thought maybe I'd get up and function later in the day. Now I'm ready to just call it a day and I'll just try again tomorrow.

Sweet hubby stocked the kitchen with my favorite comfort foods this morning. Chicken noodle soup, saltine crackers, and orange juice. Maybe I'll go try some of that on before heading back to bed.