- Actually got a lot of laundry done today -- and folded or on hangars. Even ironed some hankies. I feel so grown-up! (Cloth handkerchiefs? Yes and I'm not just being old-fashioned; colds are really harsh on the skin of my poor nose, which gets chafed and peels and turns bright, bright red. Cloth is even gentler than lotion-loaded facial tissue).
- A couple of friends commented during the height of my cold about how stalwart I was to be blogging. Um, lookit, determination has nothing to do with it. When my temperature is on the bad side of 100, I can't really stay in bed; if I'm gonna be up, flapping my nightgown, perspiring and patting my fevered brow with a cool cloth, I might as well sit down at the computer and type a few lines, too. Keep doing that every time you stumble by and you end up with a post. Note to self: Spellcheck is my friend. I should trust Spellcheck.
- Speaking of colds, the blame thing is still with me. Sinuses filling, coughing up -- well, never mind, but it's not fun. My temperature's steady and while Sudafed is keeping it from becoming overwhelming (doesn't stop it, how messed-up is that?), it's annoying.
- Got on the air on my ham set-up tonight and discovered my "Milennium Bug" Blue Racer needed the dit contacts cleaned. But not immediately: they acted up just as soon as I was actually in a conversation. Isn't that ever the way it goes?
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