Enjoying my cold

Earlier this week, my husband and N-son got the flu.  Yuckkers.

Thursday night, I started coming down with a cold.  It's the kind of cold that most people would describe by saying,  "I'm coming down with a bad cold".   But because it doesn't look like it's going to become a flu, I decided that I'm going to experience it as "a good cold".

I'm coming home from work and just curling up in bed.  Mmmmm.  I'm surrounding myself with piles of rags, and I'm letting glorious (or gloriously icky) things come out of my head into those rags.   Totally fascinating.  I'm telling people, "you don't want to see me; I have a cold," -- and all of a sudden, they don't want to see me.  My busy schedule has developed a bit of wiggle room.  It's not so bad.

Here's the only real disadvantage, the only cool thing I haven't gotten to do because of my cold -- to meet my granddaughter, Baby A, born earlier this week.  We're both being turtles in different ways right now.

Baby A: my granddaughter.  We're both enjoying our naps this weekend!

Memo to my other kids:   I just want to point out how INCREDIBLY convenient it is that my first grandchild is "Baby A".  I strongly recommend that my next child who has a baby name that kid "Barbara" or "Bobby" or "Bronwyn" or "Buzz";  after that we can move on to "Charisma" or "Carlos" or "Corrinne", and so on.  The daughter who wants to name her eventual child "Zixila", I'll just say that you better get your sisters popping out kids soon if you want to keep your child in alphabetical order!