mean all the time.

I woke up way too early with a scratchy throat. I think I inflicted this on myself. All week I was thinking about how long it's been since I've been sick, and sure enough, here are the first signs of some sort of virus.

On the plus, my husband is making me blueberry pancakes while I lie in bed, I think. I do hear golf on in the living room. But I'm going to assume it's for while he's cooking. Ok, now I hear him playing the guitar.

Maybe he's just strumming it while the skillet's warming up.

Yeah, that's it.