Ol’ sandpaper throat

By the time I went to bed last night (late, but earlier than usual), I had a scratchy throat. When I woke up this morning, the throat was worse and I felt entirely wrung out. I let the office know I wouldn’t be coming in right away, and called later to say I wouldn’t be coming in at all.

I’ve felt bad all day. When I posted something earlier about being home sick, a college friend responded that I would have more time to work on the novel, but I’ve really not felt like doing that either. I’ve spent much more time on the sofa than at the computer.

I do not have a fever.

I think I’m going to have to leave the house in a little bit to get a few provisions; that’s one peril of living alone.

If this runs like most of my colds, by the time Thanksgiving gets here I will feel better but sound much worse; that will be when I do all my sneezing and hacking and what have you.