I woke up around noon and wandered around the house for a while until I found being awake slightly painful and highly unsatisfactory. I called in to work, took some medicine, and laid back down for four hours of bonus sleep. I was dreaming that someone had set up a carnival in my front yard (you'd think that would be a fun dream, but I was mainly concerned with keeping all the weirdo ferris wheel riders from coming inside to use the bathroom) when I was awakened by a loud, nasty little thunderstorm.
Wain, whom I never get to see these days, came home right about then, and we sat on the porch and watched it blow over as the sun set. Then I got dressed and went out to get my goddamn precious Arby's, which was delicious but a little cold because I had to drive across town and back to get it.
Now I'm mucking around on the internet, blowing my nose a lot, and trying to decide if I should make a hot toddy and watch a movie or just go back to bed. Generally, having a cold is pretty damn boring. But I don't mind being just sick enough to justify staying home, taking fun medication, and napping, but not so sick that I can't appreciate these things.