I guess it was inevitable; with all the cuddling and coughing in the house, my husband and I now have this icky cold. I was going to stay home, but I thought I'd just get caught up in cleaning the house (I should have known better than to try and organize all the small toys; that didn't last long!) and not get any rest anyway. I get some peace and quiet at work and I can be a recluse if I want there.
Ugh. I want to write, but this cold's got my mind all foggy. Maybe more later.