Just to be clear, I didn't really "sleep" through until now ... I was up at 5, at 8, at 11:00 ... with hour long breaks marked by coughing and nose gunk. I'd get up, take more sudafed and cough syrup, and wait for them to kick in. I got my pillows adjusted so I was more or less sleeping sitting up - rather necessary due to the congestion and the horrible crick my neck has developed from, er, the coughing and the stress caused by the estate agent thing. (Realized I don't have enough money saved up to put a deposit down on a new place and this made me rather unhappy, among other things.)
The cold has been great for my "get rid of the Christmas poundage" though, as I've got from about 178 (full stomach, Christmas dinner) to 170.6 or something this morning (empty stomach and likely dehydrated to boot). So I'm holding off on the WeightWatchers for now, partially to save money. I'd like to get down to 165, which was what I weighed when I moved here, and, while 155 seems like it would be even better, I was so depressed when I weighed that much that I don't really want to bother making that a "goal." It's also now one week until my trip and WeightWatchers isn't so good at "one serving Mystery Food" or really almost anything that isn't standard American. I'll give them credit, they've got Pad Thai, but when I like Dan Dan Noodles and Bee Bim Bap and Okonomiyaki (and Thai green curry), I'm just out of their zone. So ... after the trip, then. I've reduced portions and my appetite, and if I just listen to that it'll help. Oh, and no 4 PM potato chip break.
I'm having some Innnocent smoothie stuff wechsler brought over last night (yum, a cup of fruit in a glass, no added sugar) and am about to head into some Darjeeling oolong tea from Mariage Freres.I have to go to the porters lodge to pick up what I think is a late Christmas present (from irrationalrobot and wordknitter, though I know they mailed it in December) and I may heed cookwitch's text and trot up the street to Whittard and take advantage of their 75% off sale, but that looks to be it for me for the day. So TGIF, you know?
I'll say this: Boo thinks that me being sick is the best thing eve - I get up at all hours just to pet her, she had TWO warm bodies to curl up and nap with it's the middle of the day and someone is sitting on the couch and making a lap for her. It's a cat's life, innit?