Good morning from the Plague House. We’re all up and about.
We’re a house full of snot, just runny noses and congestion and general sick for nearly everyone this weekend. Shawshank is feeling somewhat better, and has taken over the position of “medical harasser”: he’s the one who asks “did you take anything yet? Do you want to?” My nose wasn’t quite as bad as Saturday, but my cough strapped in for the long haul. I managed to put on clothes by early afternoon. Shawshank made us grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch. Nothing tastes right to me, so I forced down half a sandwich and a bit of soup.
Pippin is probably the healthiest of us all, while Podrick has it the worst. While she had the same thing last week, it wasn’t nearly as bad as Pod got it. The poor little dude is terribly congested and sneezes all the time. We’re talking big, wet, loud sneezes. When he’s not sneezing, he’s sleeping. You can hear him trying to breathe through it. He likes to be snuggled a lot.
Legend says that if you look at juuuuust the right time, you might be able to see a booger bubble.
I made an attempt to sleep in the bed last night, but the coughing was peaking at bedtime. The more I try to calm down and not cough, the more anxious I’d get about coughing. I worried that I would keep not only Shawshank awake, but also the neighbors, who share a bedroom wall. I eventually hauled pillows and quilts out to the couch, where I wouldn’t be shaking the bed while I made my struggling walrus noises.
Today is a holiday, and Shawshank is working the whole day. I had planned to cam for the afternoon, but I’ll play it by ear. I really need to make some promo content and schedule some spank bank shit.
