I'm at home with a miserable cold. It's been a long weekend. Tons of sneezes and a nose running like a faucet. At first I thought it was allergies, but I'm pretty sure now it's a cold. I don't know if I have ever had one before. No, really.

I have been watching (and enjoying) way more of the Olympics that I expected I would. I am absolutely hooked on Phelps' run for eight. I was so excited when the relay team won last night. That's the only race he had no real control of, and now the commentators make it sound like the rest should be easy-peasy for him.

Mkau. I'm tired of sitting upright already. Notes for future posts: mom, neighbor, Saturday mornings.

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Advertisements