And the Syracuse loss, but that made me feel worse. I was far from entertained. I simply was frustrated and disappointed.
Looks like today will be another day under the blankets and with closed eyes because I really need this goobledy-gook to be gone by Monday. The next three weeks are a marathon and I need my pep, my step, and my energy.
And the thing I hate most with congestion is the inability to run. Each and every day I can't move I feel more miserable and guilty. I want to sweat the crud out. Instead, as I move about, I realize how light headed I actually am. This is, perhaps, a non-creative, boring post. So, perhaps I should sculpt a Rose Bowl Parade float with my used tissues. That would work, but I don't have the energy.
Sigh. (blows nose)(aches)(worries)