Lost Weekend

[madrobins]

Danny has been out of town since Thursday morning.  Becca, since Friday afternoon.  I had plans…oh, go to the movies, take a long walk, go to my writers workshop, clean the house.  And then came this damned cold, on top of what was my retreating post-bronchitis cough.  So I have done nothing.  Nothing.  All weekend.  Except make sure the dog's basic needs were attended to, which is not (she is quick to inform me) negotiable.

I know this was the smart thing to do: slow to a halt and let my body duke it out with the microbes.  But I feel weirdly cheated.  Movies!  Walk! Clean up!