Circadian rhythms and sleep cycles

Now that the "bug" has departed, I am working to flip my sleep schedule upside down. I miss sleeping at night like most humans. I've been awake 15 hours so far and working at my computer, and so far I have survived. My previous attempts have ended in failure, but surely today will be the day I succeed. I can almost taste my victory...okay, it's just that lovely little Hershey Nugget that melted all over my tongue and dissolved into a pool of chocolatey ambrosia in my mouth. Already I want a nap, but I know that a 9-hour sleepfest would ensue if I go upstairs to catch 40 winks. I daren't allow myself even 10 winks until my work is done for the day. Zzzzzz....

Germs (continued)

Okay so let's call it a 96-hour bug. I still don't feel "right" and can't face the idea of eating anything except carbs - toast, applesauce, even some plain pringles (but those made me burp). Very weird.

Germs etc.

Turns out it was some kind of 24- to 48-hour bug. Kinda funny, really, because the day before that I had filled out a survey about health care and checked the box saying I never get a flu shot because I hardly ever get sick.

I was miserable last night. I had a fever that turned me bright red (that's what a creamy complexion gets you when you're sick), shakiness, a horrible headache, and let's not even talk about that pesky little lower GI problem. And now my sweetie's sick too. He's about 8 hours or so behind me in symptoms...and he missed his first day of work in 6.5 years! You've got to be pretty miserable for that.

Anyway I'm feeling a bit better now and I need to get to work. I'm behind on everything (that's what happens when you lose a whole day). I'll bring you up to date here when I can.

Angst and Malaise

Do you ever feel like running away? That's me today. Call it a brain short-circuit, if you will. Nothing I can say today would be worth your time to read it, so I'll refrain from posting until the steel wool in my brain goes away.

Granddaughter update

I wish I had more to discuss today. This will be a short post (please hold all applause until after the conclusion of this message).

My granddaughter now has 7 (count 'em!) teeth - four on top and three on the bottom. According to my daughter's phone report today, there is also a 2-year molar waiting in the wings and ready to pop out prematurely. Of course I advised her that I want pictures. A grandma can never have enough pictures, in my opinion.