Much Better

I did have high hopes for yesterday: I did. I thought that even if I'm not driven enough to read that full manuscript from the lovely downy fluff of my bed, I could at least respond to a few emails, finish up the YoungHouseLove notes, etc. etc.

Well, eff that. It took almost alllll of my sapped, clog-nosed energy to drive home, down a half cup of Nyquil, and crawl back in bed. Four hours later, I crawled out, groggy, drained, and wiped. I watched five Taylor Swift music videos, ate some pasta, and then (surprise!) fell asleep again.

Today, I'm back at work, up and at 'em, and even though I wish Sean had spent the night, I think in hindsight it's good that he didn't. I was a stuffed up, runny-nosed mess (we can spare him that). Now we can hopefully spend some time this weekend together without me feeling obligated to separate. Also I got to see Boy on the T. And even though I had to sexily mime biting the pad of my thumb because I couldn't close my mouth (can't breathe through my nose), he still STILL smiled at me. Yum-o!

So much to do before the party tomorrow. Cleaning and sewing and baking... oh my! I've got to prioritize, fo sure. But it's going to be a fun one! Lots of great people, interesting dynamics, etc. May need to bow out early from drinks tonight, as I need to be home by eight, minimum.