Guess where I am? My home away from home, sans husband, sans dogs, avec des livres et des comfy jammies. Joe got home from New York today and booked me a room for the weekend at the same hotel I went to last time. In fact, it’s even the same room. The same comfy bed, the same soft pillows, the same wonderful-smelling sheets that I didn’t wash. I think my husband loves me.
I’ve been sick for a week, as I may have mentioned, so I saw my doctor this afternoon. Severe respiratory tract infection, and he put me on antibiotics and something that’s supposed to help with the coughing but hasn’t yet. He said it was good I went in, so we could catch it before it turns into pneumonia. I seriously don’t have time to deal with pneumonia!!!
Today was the last day at work in the building where I’ve been going for the last 3 years. The new building is a lot nicer, although definitely with the corporate America feel. I’m not thrilled about adding 17 miles each way to my daily commute, but it could be worse. I’m losing my private office, but I don’t mind that so much. Ask me again after I’ve spent a few weeks working in a cube again, and I may tell you something different.
I don’t have much else to say right now. Clover gave me a blog award, which was really sweet of her, and I’ll pick it up and pass it on sometime next week. For now my head’s pounding so I’m going to sign out.