Yesterday I did something I never do: go home from from work early. I suppose I should have known how the day was going to go when dressing myself, making lunch and feeding the fish felt like nearly insurmountable tasks. I went in anyway, since cold meds had made the symptoms bearable on Monday. (aside - I'm now very glad I didn't accept the offer to try someone's Snakebite on Sunday. I don't like making others sick.) I thought it would yesterday too.

Oh no. Nothing doing.

I'm thinking of adding to my resume that I'm capable of producing mucus like no one's business. My poor nose ran like a faucet all day. I was glad that the antiviral tissues are supposed to reduce your pestilence spreading by 99.7% but they get soggy quickly. I also ran out by the time I bailed, and had to resort to using the fine-grade sandpaper they provide at work.

At 2:30 I'd had all I could take of dripping nose and frequent sneezes to mix things up. Luckily my presence wasn't really in a position to be missed, so I was able to make my escape without complication.

On the way home I bought more of the aforementioned magical tissues and two types of cold meds since going back out wasn't an option. Then I slept for 11 of the next 14 hours.