I have the mother of all colds. This cold has lasted four weeks, people. That's a whole month.
I've spent my entire day either on the couch or in my bed watching episodes of Gilmore Girls, Parks and Recreation, White Collar, and Downton Abbey while alternating among knitting, resting, and blowing my nose over and over. This setup really isn't so bad except that I feel awful.
I couldn't even enjoy my chicken noodle soup for lunch because I can't taste a single thing. Even Eggo waffles.
Here's to a more taste-filled and less phlegm-congested day tomorrow. And let's keep the TV and knitting, please.