During the long holiday weekend, my husband suffered from a draining cold and kept himself going through sheer force of will. Yesterday, it hit me. Fortunately, we aren't entertaining anyone this week, so I'm hoping it won't last as long for me, since I can devote my time to doing nothing. It's odd, I'm not particularly stuffed up, but I'm curiously fatigued. This morning, I sat on the couch with the cat and watched Howl's Moving Castle. We'd already watched it last night with subtitles, so this morning I watched the dubbed version. I prefer the original voices, but the American voice actors did a pretty good job too.
It's almost one o'clock. Usually I would head off to my knitting group now, but considering I haven't changed out of my pajamas and robe, I don't think that is going to happen.
My husband just called. He said he feels like he is being hit with a second round of the cold. Unfortunately, he has some meetings today, so he can't just rest at home.
I feel fine as long as I do nothing, but get tired very quickly when I start moving around. Looks like I have a good excuse for a day of sloth!