The best laid plans ...

I had all sorts of things that I planned to do today ... but so far my plans have come to nought.

When my wife and I woke up this morning we both felt somewhat under the weather. Overnight we had both begun develop heavy colds ... and it was one of those colds that are sometimes referred to a 'man 'flu'. You know the sort of cold I am describing. Your body feels leaden, your nose (and sinuses) feel bunged up, your eyes feel full of grit and itchy, and your head feels as if it is full of cottonwood. Trying to read is difficult because you cannot focus, and anything that requires concentration is almost impossible.

When you feel like this the best course of action is to keep warm, take Paracetamol (or Aspirin), get lots of rest, and drink lots of fluids. Unfortunately we needed to do some essential shopping, so we girded our loins and went ... and both of us feel exhausted as a result. We intend to send the rest of the day doing as little as possible in the hope that we will be feeling better tomorrow.

Perhaps I will see my plans come to fruition tomorrow ... but if I don't, there is always Sunday ... or Monday ... or Tuesday ...