*sniffle*

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I feel like someone is standing on my sinuses.

I thought I would go grocery shopping after work, but I'm feeling an overwhelming urge to go home, spend five minutes with a hot wet washcloth pressed against my sinuses, and then fall asleep on the couch with the Olympics in the background.

No. We need dinner. *sigh* Okay. I can do this.

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*grin* curiousangel has been doing scads and scads of dishes and laundry, as well as frequently bringing home takeout, so it's not like I tremble at the idea of handing off household chores.

I'm feeling somewhat better. And I'm glad I went shopping, because asparagus was on sale. Tonight we'll have marinated chicken breasts on the George Foreman grill, and asparagus, and I'll make garlic bread from our half-loaf of slightly stale rosemary bread. And I have cookies, and a grapefruit, and orange juice not from concentrate. Food is good.