This is where I spent those quality hours from approximately 1:30 to 3:30 a.m. this morning trying to clear my head enough so I could lie back down in bed and breathe at the same time. My personal goal was to fill the wastebasket to overflowing with used tissues, but as you can see, I failed at that also. Darn.
This where my husband sleeps now. Feel sorry for him. He was cold last night.
This is my kitchen counter. It's safe for you to assume not much food preparation has occurred on this space for the past several days.
This is my desk top where I tried to work this morning. Suffice to say, not a lot of progress was made other than support of the tissue industry.
It's been one full week now since these germies took control of my body. How much longer can it last? (Sure is a good thing I don't catch colds.)