I spent the majority of Monday in bed. Disease has been weaving its way around me for weeks now with MidKid and Rob suffering from something that isn’t quite the pneumonic plague but certainly sounds juicy and raspy.

Of course with our first anniversary looming and the fact that I just felt generally invincible, I didn’t take any precautions. No obsessive hand washing or sanitizing hand gels. Didn’t don a mask. Certainly didn’t entertain the thought of separate sleeping accommodations.

So I am sick. But judging from the disparity in our symptoms it is more likely that the humid weather on our trip triggered allergies which have led to a sinus infection. It has all the classic hallmarks: sore eyeballs, tender facial bones, tickly dry cough, out of body lightheaded feeling.

I am toughing it out with bed rest and the most vile of herbal teas. Rest and liquids (and Sudafed).

Back in the day, I was stricken with sinus on and off all spring and summer and into the fall sometimes. The z-pack was my friend. Since moving up to the arid prairie, I have had one sinus infection and I basically just toughed it out for a few days. Like I am doing right now.

It’s a bit inconvenient but on the up side, I am getting a lot of blogging done for this week and next (yes, I blog ahead – where would you be gentle readers if I didn’t, eh?). And I am making much progress with slogging through the ebook on book store ownership.

Not a fascinating read and there is more piddly detail to business owning then there was to teaching, but I know what I need to do and have more questions for the current shop owner as a result.

Sunday I was feeling so cooped up that I escaped into town on my own to scan the bookshop again and wander through Staples. Oddly, or perhaps not for me, wandering among the aisles of an office supply store is relaxing. I do so love paper and writing utensils and the millions of ways to store them.

Today however I haven’t minded being quarantined in the bedroom.

Rob finally gave in and went to the walk in clinic. Sinus infection. Brought on by the virus that preceded it and his stubborn refusal to rest. Despite still feeling like a pile of poop himself, he has taken care of me. Bringing me tea and Sudafed. Napping with me. And taking care of lunch and supper for BabyDaughter.

Still, I was up a few times. Managed to do dishes three times. Ironic because we do have the new dishwasher now. It’s been plugging the hole in the cabinetry since before we left on holiday. Not hooked up, but good things come to those of us with the patience to wait.

In the olden days I would have watched TV.

We don’t have a television in our room. It eventually leads down the path of infrequent sex. Evil like that has no place in our bedroom. I wouldn’t know what to watch anyway, and I have noticed on the trips we have taken to our folks that Rob and I have a tendency to watch TV now as though we were new found aboriginals from the deepest part of the Amazon.

I could have watched a movie, but again it just has the aura of time suck about it. I would rather read and write and think about the mapping and organizing that needs doing in the coming days and how I am going to accomplish it. This just eats up a day like nobody’s business.