Ohhhh, I'm not one to complain, but I need to complain. Because everyone knows when you're sick, if you complain it helps you feel better, which is very important, even if it makes everyone else around you feel worse.
It's a bad cold, the kind that is threatening my lungs.
So I don't have much energy or coherency, which might compromise the quality of this post. Now I know what will happen as a direct result of that remark: someone will inevitably say, "Great post, Lid; in fact, this is a step up from the lists you've been posting lately."
Even my closest IRL friends have been asking "What's up" concerning my posts of late. The answer is, "I'm not," as in "I'm not up to it." I'm a blogging slug. I should change that picture up in the header to a slug holding a cup of coffee.
Anyway, as we are wont to do when we are ill, I keep taking cat naps. Today I dreamed that I was playing horse racing on Facebook (don't ask) when I suddenly realized that all the little cartoon horses were dark brown. And then I realized, O happy day, that they were all made of chocolate. So I picked one up off of the computer screen and started to gulp him down when someone said, "You can't eat those. They have batteries inside; that's how they run across your screen."
Must be the Nyquil.
So I have a neat story to tell you and a giveaway to do for Valentine's Day, but I'll wait until I feel better. In the meantime, I'll be watching TCM and hankering for chocolate horses. Maybe National Velvet will be on.