I slept in this morning (ooh, so nice!) and had breakfast with Taylor (also very nice). We had some delicious coffee together and said our morning prayers. Then he headed off to a tutoring session and I started my day...
I put the breakfast dishes in the sink and cleared off the table. Then I cued up my exercise video (which, cheesy as it sometimes is, seems to be working well for me--highly recommended, as long as your TV has a mute feature (once you learn the exercises)) :) and did my exercises.
Feeling pretty accomplished, I decided today would be a good day to clean up the house. The whole house. I cleared the floor in our bedroom and closet and swept thoroughly; made the bed; tidied my sewing area; re-organized our closet so we have more room in the entry closet for Viv when she comes [ = super exciting!]; dusted; and put all our clean clothes away.
I put new sticky-pads on the legs of our kitchen chairs; I vacuumed all our rugs and put some rug-stabilizers under them; I dusted the living room; swept everywhere (including T's study nook (under his bookshelf) and under the TV bookshelf); I organized my knitting and the magazines; and put away all our coats and scarves.
I even did my hair.
I dusted in the bathroom; cleaned the mirror; scrubbed the tub; swept the floor; and wiped down the toilet.
I moved to the kitchen and washed all the dirty dishes, dried them, and put them all away. I wiped all the counters and the table and swept and mopped the floor.
Then I made dinner (broccoli soup and rye bread), just in time for T to get home from studying and a hair cut, and we sat down to eat in peace and cleanliness. Didn't last long, though--I started sneezing and my nose was running and my head got really congested. All in the space of 20 minutes. What gives?
It's strange to me that I felt so well all day and then, all of a sudden, descended to icky-ness. I guess my body figured: "Whew, T's home to take care of me now. I can relax--especially since the house is all clean, too."
And he is taking care of me :) He's cleaning up the dinner dishes and getting our vitamins. He's so good to me, all the ways he loves me!
The soup was very good, though--with just enough cayenne pepper for a kick to my poor sinuses. I've taken some medicine and am heading to bed, after I do the "cold, wet sock treatment" (curious? I'll explain tomorrow if people are interested) since I don't have a fever right now. Hopefully I can nip this thing in the bud. Who wants to be sick for Thanksgiving?!