Right in the middle of a fabulous visit with friends, I developed the Cold From Hell.  Who knows where this one came from.  It hit me like a freight train, knocking me right into the ground.

I sucked it up and put on a brave face, but I have to admit I felt pretty lousy.  And while I think I hid the feeling lousy part fairly well, I couldn’t hide the sounding lousy part.  I’ve been barking like a seal since Saturday. Ugh.  I did everything in my power to keep the germs contained around me, so I’m really hoping no one else comes down with it.  I went right into that ‘working in a hospital’ mode and just constantly washed my hands, didn’t touch my face, washed my hands, kept everything around me clean, washed my hands…  Plus, no hugs and kisses when everyone left today – I stayed back and waved.

In the meantime, my taste buds have gone on a medical hiatus, as has most of (but certainly not all) of my appetite.

Victor came to the rescue tonight with leftovers from Saturday.  Sausage and meatballs and sauce with rigatoni.

I know it was absolutely delicious from having it a couple of days ago.  Alas, tonight I just sort of went through the motions and ate a few bites here and there.

Since I’m the only person I know who can get sick, not eat, and still manage to gain weight, I doubt this will help with the weight-loss plan

On the other hand…  right now, I don’t really care.

As soon as the sun begins to set a bit, I’m crawling into bed.