Lovely

It's the middle of a November Wednesday, and I'm not at work. In fact, I'm ensconced in my bed with the shades up to let in the leaf speckled sunlight. One of my cats is napping in his kitty bed next to me, looking up briefly each time I sneeze with a little glare of annoyance. I'm not home because I'm sick, but because I need to use up the rest of my vacation days before I lose them a the end of the year. I just think I may have a touch of a cold, which is all the more reason to stay in bed and read. Perhaps I pushed myself too hard this weekend, staying up late and getting up horridly early to cook for Josh's birthday party. I was hanging out of my window at 7:30 on Sunday morning to cook chicken on the fire escape!