I came home from work early on Wednesday and slept from 3pm through to 7am with an small intermission for water and a short phone call with Kim. I wasn’t refueled quite enough for work, but I’m a trooper and I didn’t want to miss any of the fun so I went in anyway. Plus, the least I can do is continue to perpetuate the passing of the cold around cubeville, right?

It wasn’t all that bad considering I had the prickly fever thing going all day. My head is now more congested than it was yesterday or the day before and it’s moving into my ears. I thought that only happened to kids? Misery.

Tomorrow evening holds the promise of a solid rest, hoping against hope that happens because I have a charity 5k on Saturday morning back in my old stomping grounds half an hour away…and it starts at 8am. Forget about the fact that I’ve been too bitter about the bitter cold to have run in the last week. Eating, however, hasn’t been a problem.

I’m a little late implementing the hibernation plan this year.