Sniffle

Well, it's that time of year when everyone you talk to either has a cold, is recovering from one, or knows somebody who has one and is desperately hoping that they don't get it. I fall neatly into the first category, and showed up for work today looking just pathetic enough that they booted me right out--three days of me complaining must have been wearing on them, because they sent me home with explicit intructions to get better.

So, here I am, feeling lousy, but cozy, watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail (one of my two favorite sick day movies, the other being the original, original Batman with Adam West--which will probably be next up), sipping tea and snuggling with the kitties. Oh, and blogging. So maybe I'm not doing all of these things at once, but I like to provide the illusion that I am.

An interesting note though--in order to watch Monty Python, I had to reinstall our DVD software, which means that, in the six months since Mitch last reformatted his hard drive, we have not watched one single movie. That's amazing. I'm a little sad about that, actually, because there are tons of good movies out there--we just somehow never watch them.

Also interesting: they weren't kidding about those 50 mph winds. Holy moley. It's tough to walk in a straight line outside right now, the wind seems so determined to blow one off course. But there now, the movie's begun. King Arthur (and his trusty servant Patsy) approaches the castle!