Bah. Wrote too soon about healthy.
Woke up with itchy/tingly/sneezy right nostril and managed to convince myself for a whole 90 minutes it was just allergies but then spent the whole rest of the day blowing and sneezing. Good thing I had exceedingly little Actual Work today.
Early in the morning I had that weird burst of energy that comes right before one gets sick and actually thought I'd spend the whole weekend sewing all the lengths of fabric I have - clearly that was delusional.
Despite the cold I was really grateful for two things today: one minor and one major. The minor one was that they had broccoli cheddar quiche for breakfast in the cafeteria. The major one is that I don't have any truly -serious- illness. That latter was triggered when I wAlked by someone doing their home-oxygen-necessity test in the hallway...and I realized that routine aches and pains aside, I still CAN take for granted the ability to walk pretty much wherever pretty much whenever.
Time for sleep though...or at least attempting sleep. So happy I can sleep as much as I like tomorrow. No plans of any kind. Seems stunning now that not so long ago I would have thought drinking on top of sickness was a fine thing to do but I would have. Probably something along the lines of "it will take my mind off how miserable I feel." This way is so much better.