So I got home from my road trip to Provo in the wee hours of the morning on Friday night/Saturday morning. Laura was asleep on my couch, and my throat was killing me. Yes, I had a little tickle earlier that was easily remedied by a mass consumption of Altoids, so it wasn't anything that was going to keep me from my plans. And boy am I glad, because when I walked into my mission reunion and had a camera placed around my neck and received the instructions that I was to document the evening, I was overjoyed. Well maybe just joyed. Or not.
So, it wasn't TERRIBLE, I conversed with a few people, took some pictures, and left to enjoy a good movie with good company.
Which caused the lateness of my getting home. Which is fine. Until I awoke suddenly because I was in pain and couldn't breathe. Seriously. What is wrong with me? I never used to get sick.
This weekend was spent watching conference between long periods of sleep and self medication. Doing better today, and if I can stop this infernal coughing, I just might make it through the day. I received one of those plastic things for under my desk so my chair actually rolls this morning. While attempting to place it, I'm pretty sure that I used up my physical exertion for the day, and impailed myself on the lovely spikey things that are designed to grip the carpet and NOT Sarah. I'm pretty sure.
On a positive note. The parts of conference that I was coherent for were pretty good. And good times with long lost Laura. It's a little crazy actually how normal it was given we haven't seen each other since 97. She's good people.