Ahem. Ahem. Ahem.

I did indeed stay home today. My voice sounds something like Bea Arthur's, but lower. I'm not coughing as much, thanks to the magic of CVS-tussin, but I'm clearing my throat every other minute, and am generally not fun to be around. Staying home was the right choice, although I'm going in tomorrow. However, I will not go to the monthly retirees' dinner on Thursday unless I am absolutely better because I don't want to make anyone there sick. One of the men who comes every month was my tenth grade geometry teacher; he's somewhere in his nineties now, and the least thing he needs is my plague coughed in the same room with him.

My only venture out today was for another blood test (for Resnick) and a CAT scan of me knee. Which feels much, much better since I'm using the cane. Of course, I forgot to take the cane with me when I went out, so I'm twinging.

I also managed to make my restaurant reservations for Disney World today, which wasn't easy. I was on hold for over an hour and then got cut off. (It's not like I was doing anything else.) I called back again after I took a nap, and got everything I wanted, more or less; The Fifties Prime Time Cafe was booked for dinner on the day I wanted, but I took a late lunch reservation instead. It's my favorite restaurant there, so I didn't want to miss it. Oy. I could pack tonight.

Tomorrow, back to the land of the living, and it's supposed to be hot. K just signed up to substitute until the school year is over, so maybe she'll be dropping in on me from time to time in the library.



watching GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2048
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham