Can't sleep. Too congested--seems a fast moving cold; hopefully over fast also. I refuse to have my fun dampened. Moistened, maybe.

Mentholated cough-drops are my friends.

Taking a nap.

I mean I have guzzle hot tea NOW. Shut up. I _said_ I was feverish.

Have decided I am just NOT going to be sick. Must guzzle hot tea not.

Bread on second rise; hope it comes out ok. If not, only out some flour and time; can always make a crusty french loaf.

Also, really feeling kind of feverish, dammit.

Wondering if I can successfully incorporate the spent barley and hops from our first batch of beer into some bread.

Now other grrrl is up getting sick, repeatedly. New plan for spring break: sleep.

Heading home. Break has begun. Now if I can just finish revising those two book chapters by the 15th...Maybe one.