I'm feeling like I'm coming down with the cold that everyone has. So I am here, sleeping downstairs in our "man cave": the downstairs home office with the 26" screen that doubles as a computer monitor, watching the episode of "The Wendy Williams Show" that her parents were on. It's like a warm foot rub to me. Comfort.
I'm drinking a tea made with chinese herbs, much like the tea my Dad used to make us when we had a cold. But when we were kids, he would boil up the herbs and stink up the house. I think the tea tasted so disgusting to us because smelled it. This is just from an eye dropper. You drop three droppers full in hot water. It's not so bad. And it does the same thing. The funny thing is that I was raised in a homeopathic family just because that's what people did. Home remedies is what they used to call it. I think the reason I don't get as sick as Wes is because I have lots of garlic and ginger in my diet and I love rest. My body tells me what it needs and I am too happy to pay attention.
Now if I could get that body to love exercise so that it could look like a million bucks, that'd be great. Right now it's at about 750K. Not horrible, but not stellar. I give good face and that counts for about 500K.
Where was I going with this? Oh, nowhere probably. Just that it's nice that the dogs are sleeping next to me while Wes is upstairs luxuriating in his stank germs watching Spartacus. He's getting over his cold and I'm glad he gave up the man cave tonight. I'm trying to stay away from his germs and just let me body rest so the germs in me don't start getting any ideas.
It's also comforting to work on this blog in the dark. It's nice and easy during a week that was anything but. Happy to be home. Wish I could have my arms around the man I love. But I don't want his cold!
We'll save the cuddling for this weekend in Palm Springs.
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