piglet

Usually, its own reward. Today, though. Meh. Pushed through my disinclination to do anything further this evening, because I *really* want a clean kitchen when I wake up in the morning. Now my leg hurts, I feel a tich nauseated, and my kitchen still isn't clean.

It is, however, further along towards clean, and that shall be virtue's reward for tonight.

In other (related) news, am clearly much improved on the rhinovirus front. Was not awakened by a rousing game of Mucus Railroad (thank you for the turn of phrase, jdev, it has amused me greatly) this morning. Was even breathing through my nose when sprog climbed in bed with us. Not that said state of affairs lasted long -- soon thereafter I was wheezing away mouthily like an adenoidal teen.

My tongue is so cracked and dried from mouth-breathing that when I ate a handful of pomegranate seeds last night, it swole up and nigh choked me (I exaggerate? I exaggerate.). And my lips are split like I've been in a drunken Christmas punch-up at Amundsen/South Pole station.