I'm still sick. But I think I'm getting better. I don't want to go on the cart. I'm still stuffy and coughing, but the intensity seems to be lessing. I think I slept most of the night last night (wait, did I just type that??) - no waking up with coughing fits or feverish sweats.
I'm really feeling the need to get moving on the unpacking. There are things that I need to find (like my new health insurance numbers) because I have to use them. E and I are going to Vegas this weekend. And while I'm looking forward to the time with him, and the chance to play, I also feel like it's just going to get me deeper into the hole of not unpacking. Oh well.
I miss my kitties. Since we moved they haven't been sleeping with me like they used to. I don't know if it's because I've been sick and I wake them up too much with my coughing. When I moved to Ann Arbor Indigo became complete aloof to me and Riley was a complete mama's boy. When I moved to Pleasanton, Riley decided he could be independent and Indi really warmed up to me. Cats are so strange. I hope Smudge and Freesia don't go through a personality change. I liked having them surround me at night. I'm sorry that I'll be leaving them alone in the new place this weekend. But somehow I think they would enjoy Vegas even less.
