Doug is feeling better. He was able to return to work today. Unfortunately, I think he and I had two completely different illnesses because I woke up this morning with a sore throat, cough, and that oh so lovely stuffed up feeling in my head and chest. At this point, I fear I'm never going to get unpacked and settled into our new place! I can't live like this!!!
This is exactly how I've been feeling!
See, I told you I was going to whinge...I just want to unpack. Why can't I be well until AFTER I unpack? Then I'll do all of the lying around that my body wants!
I love the cottage, especially the shower. It has a rain shower head, and it feels just lovely. I am also happy to report that there is an endless supply of hot water. Normally, I am the type of person who showers to get clean. I don't stand under the water and do nothing, I have a purpose in that shower, and that purpose is to do just that, shower. The first shower I took, I stood under the water and sighed happily. I kid you not, one half hour later, the water was still hot! I was shocked. In our apartment, our hot water supply lasted sixteen minutes. That was my six minute shower and Doug's ten minute shower.
Got the living room straightened up a bit yesterday. Our living room is bigger than the one in the apartment. I also like the location because the sun doesn't stream through the living room windows and blind us, even with the blinds open. We had constant sunlight blinding us while we tried to watch television at the apartment, and the bedroom is nice and dark to promote sleep! If we open the blinds in the bedroom, we get a nice amount of sunlight. Everything is so cozy and relaxing here, yet, I feel terrible...
I was hoping to get some writing done, and I just might because I can't seem to sleep. I've had two chocolates trying to perk myself up, but I'm not really hungry.
I feel like I'm going all over the place. Maybe I shouldn't write today. *sighs* Did I mention I'm feeling terrible? Please accept my apologies for whinging. I need prayer. I feel like I'm going down hill...I'll be thirty...*coughs* in April. I'm too young to be going down hill!
I know, I know, complaining isn't going to help anything...I guess I'll just lie in bed, which has been the norm lately. *sighs*
Forgive me for whinging, I'm just sick of being sick and exhausted...