It is morning, isn't it?

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Ever feel like what one suspects the groundhog feels like, when popping out of it's hole.  Looking around, trying to decide if it is time to wake, almost afraid of your own shadow or the thought that it might appear, if any fears are more in the back of the mind and would be instinctively managed?  That is how my morning is beginning.  I've been awake for nearly an hour.  Reading posts, looking over what passes for news these days, finally getting to my first post.

My cold is still here.  More a whole body thing than just a head cold.  I suspect it may  be weakening, though won't guarantee that.  It has been a very long time since I have been ill.  On the good side, it is no more than a nuisance.  Causing a bit more tiredness.  The sneezing, or what goes for it, has actually caused a tiny but deep spot of pain as well.  The rest is much more minor, such as the sore skin from blowing my nose so often, and having to keep facial tissues pretty much in hand in case a sneeze or runny nose symptom hits quickly.  Ever notice how, if you have a tissue at hand, you CAN'T sneeze, but if the box is just out of reach you might sneeze three times before you can reach it?  Or is that just me?

I am hoping to hit the dishes today, and shower.  I really am not sure much else will be done.  A bit feverish from time to time, tired as can be, headaches and body pains come and go.  Nothing too severe, just annoying and project arresting.  I sure hope to get better soon.  I have things I need and want to do, should be doing now.  I simply can't.  Bleh.  Might go back and lay down for just a bit longer.  Or not... not sure yet.  Later.