Blarg. So much for my plan to blog more regularly in 2011. I wrote Monday that Alan had caught a cold and I followed not far behind - started feeling puny on Tuesday afternoon, had to leave work early Wednesday and stayed home today. Except for two baths and some bathroom breaks, I didn't get out of bed from about 2PM Wednesday until 4PM today, and that was only to migrate to the couch with pillow and blankies. I'm going to work tomorrow because there are a few things that I have to handle but I may not last the whole day. I'm at that stage where I start to think I'm feeling okay, things are better, and then get dizzy and have the shivers.

One thing I don't mind about being sick is the weird dreams induced by a slight fever. Sick is no fun, but makes me dream the oddest things and since I'm tossing and turning, I usually remember them. Early this morning, I dreamed that Alan and I were on a cruise (I blame Sandy for this part) but we weren't on a Disney cruise like she was; we were on The Love Boat - remember that cheesy 80s sitcom? Or was it a cheesy 70s sitcom? Hmm, I just looked it up: it was both. That's not the bizarro part, though. Remember Isaac the Bartender? Well, he had waiters to help him and circulating on the deck where we were, serving drinks, were Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street. Ernie brought ours: Pelligrino & lime for Alan, and some frothy tropical drink for me. Alan loves to drink Pelligrino but I never drink those sweet umbrella-laden drinks. However, I drank this one; I suppose I didn't want to hurt Ernie's feelings. He seems the sensitive type.