We Are Sick

Both of us.  Graham and I are both in bed.  Me going on 3 days, Graham is going towards two.  He already had some other cold, which is what I thought I got, but it turns out it's different, because he now has what I have.  Oh the irony of germs!

So we've watched several movies (Attack of the 50 ft. Woman, Sicko, Showgirls, The Invisible Man) and have read books (Cat's Cradle, Introduction to Political Economy) and are eating our way out of soups, drinking our way out of tea, apple cider, and water.  In case you are wondering, yes, we are peeing every 5 minutes and in answer to the question you really wanted to ask, neither of us had seen Showgirls and man, it really IS that bad.

I am looking forward to my ears being unplugged and sweats and pajamas being a comfort instead of a uniform.  Sometimes it is a relief to be sick because you can give up and sleep and be in bed, but when it's 3 days, it gets a little old.  

More bed discoveries:

Fred Muram, a photographer that Camilla suggested and that I love.  Especially this work and this work and this work.

Wish us well.