Update ...

Sick. Again.

Two summer colds in one year is two too many.

My hip still hurts, and I'm not walking.

(The biggest shocker from not walking is I'm maintaining my April weight loss. I haven't lost anything since, but I haven't gained anything either. Scary to me to think that a strict Whole 30 plan – which resulted in a 10-lb. loss in April – is the only way for me to lose weight.)

I'd planned to have company this weekend, but when I got sick I had to cancel those plans. But my house is clean!

So there's that.

I'm improving. No more fever, only a hacking cough once in a while, combined with X-treme lack of energy. I'm going to put some food in the slow cooker and hope it turns into dinner.

And then I'm going back to bed.

Hanging on

Damned cold.

I'm hanging in, not on, the damned cold is hanging on and, from others' experience with it, it'll be here for a while.

The grass, however, won't wait another day. I have to mow today whether I feel like it or not.

I actually am a little more comfortable sitting or standing than I am lying abed reclining, so maybe it'll be fine. Hoping the anticipation is worse than the reality when it comes to riding around in the grass for three hours.

I'd also thought I might take a very short walk. Maybe a mile. Or maybe to the end of the driveway and back (which is a tenth of a mile). Heh.

When I do venture outdoors for a bit, I'm overwhelmed with how fast the weeds have grown. Yesterday when I had to go to the garage for something, I noticed what I thought was a volunteer tomato plant in the asparagus bed. That's not unusual. But upon closer inspection, it's flat-leaf parsley.

How weird is that? A gift from the birds, I suppose.

Now that I'm up and feeling not quite as bad as I did an hour ago, I think I'll work on the Keynote presentation. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours to wrap it up. I'm going to give everyone at the workshop an outline of it, rather than print out each of the slides.

That would be a whole lotta ink.

Still coughing, still sneezing, still miserable

Enough is enough. It's been 10 days today since I first started coughing. I'm so grateful to not have a sore throat, that was the worst part. But I'm so tired of coughing and blowing my nose and sneezing and just feeling drained, drained, drained.

Our little visitors and their dad left yesterday afternoon. We all had a wonderful time, except me, because I couldn't hug them or kiss them or play outside with them. They didn't seem to notice, they're three-year-old boys, after all, and I was not the center of their world. But we seldom see them, and I really wanted to be feeling better when they came.

I really want to be feeling better period!

My wealth health insurance doesn't cover doctor's office visits, and what can a doctor give you for a cold that I'm not already taking? Antibiotics won't help, just time and rest and chicken soup. If I really thought going to the doctor would make a difference I'd pony up the cash, but it's just. a. cold.

I'm going to do the elliptical for half an hour today, to see how my heel feels and to at least get some intentional activity under my belt. Maybe if I ignore this cold and just carry on, it will get as tired of me as I am of it and just … move on.

I've had the first of four tall glasses of water. I promised myself I would get back on track today, and I will follow through with that, no matter what. There are no other obligations pressing today. I can rest as much as I need to.

But seriously? I'm tired of resting. I'm tired of being grouchy. I'm tired, tired, tired of having a stupid cold.

Blah, blah, blah

How's that for an exciting title?

So far my energy levels are not rebounding the way I'd like them to. I'm lucky to still be married. My husband spends the evenings by himself in front of the television, while I toddle off to bed as soon as the dishwasher is loaded.

I'm so tired of being tired. And sick. This is the eighth day. A message to my cold: Be gone!

When you spend your days just getting the necessary things done – laundry, meals, minimal cleaning – and you sleep 10 to 12 hours nightly, there's not much to write about. I'd love to tell you how much progress I've made on my grandson's knitted cap but zero isn't much.

He just got a cellphone and I'm really enjoying his daily text messages. Young people prefer texting to talking, I wonder how that's going to affect relationships in the future?

We're having company this weekend, so I need to clean and menu plan and, since three of our guests are three years old, make some kind of treats. Because that's what grandmas do when little ones visit, right? I put butter out to soften yesterday, and it's still on the countertop, waiting to be made into … something.

What do you think of the blog's new look? I switched my photo blog (which is probably finished for this year) a while ago, so thought I'd try it out here. I've been trying to insert my own header instead of the bland type that is part of the template, with no success obviously. My stats will certainly go down because  in order to use the Dynamic View template, you have to show full posts in Google Reader. Some of you who connect through the Reader may not even be aware of the new template.

I really do want to know what you think. Right now you can't add any "gadgets" to the Dynamic Views, so the blogroll isn't there, nor any of the badges I had with the old template. Supposedly we'll be able to add those 'soon.' I like the clean look and the archives are easier to peruse. (Except when I just looked at it the archives aren't there at all.) But you can't preview a post you're drafting, you just have to publish it and then edit it after the fact. And it seems less informative and less personal. I'm looking forward to your comments.

And I'm really, really looking forward to a day without snot.