Ugh. You know you’re under the weather when answering two e-mails saps you of energy, and you have to sit and read for a few minutes before you can answer any more.

This stupid cold is driving me nuts. All it is, is a sniffly nose (not even stuffed up), some sneezing, and general lethargy. Today, though, I’m very woozy, and if I move my head suddenly I get dizzy. I don’t know whether that’s the cold or the Nyquil I took last night, which knocked me out for 12 hours straight (except when I got up to take a Remegel because something had given me heartburn). I crawled out of bed at 1 p.m. Nyquil doesn’t usually affect me this long, but then again, I don’t take it as frequently as I used to (because I get a cold once/year now, as opposed to once/month in Britain).

Thankfully, Chris & Bruce can drive me to the Baronial Council meeting tonight, so I won’t have to miss it. And when I have had a bit of energy, I’ve done the dishes and straightened the kitchen and living room, which helps my overall state of mind.

Went to the meeting, which was fine, and out to dinner, which seemed to help for a bit. Came home, collapsed. Watched various TV that I’d taped while working on a lucet cord. Found a sweet adorable romantic e-mail from Ken (supposed to be a good morning e-mail “unless, of course, you're still up”).

No writing tonight. Just too woozy. You know how when you twirl a glass of water and then stop, but the water keeps moving? That’s what’s happening with my head. I move it, and everything sloshes for a second or two longer. Disturbing. Anyway, although my brain seems to be working fine, even typing a few lines exhausts me. So, goodnight, duckies.