This week so far - by the numbers.

Days ill with gastly death cold/flu thing that even the prescription drugs don't seem to touch: 5

Items completed from my To Do list: 10

Items not completed left on the list: about 1000

Hours in the car tomorrow (min.): 5

Boxes of tissues killed off in my house this week: 8.5

Hours of actual sleep (approx. total since Sunday): 20

Hours of tossing and turning and coughing and hacking: 200,000

Percentage of exaggeration in the last item: Not as much as you'd think.

Hours spent shopping during a massive downpour today: 3

Hours spent staring blankly at Christmas cards in the store, trying to focus enough to pick one out: .75

IQ of person who shops for hours in a massive downpour while still struck down by the death cold/flu: 38

Years in purgatory that my husband deserves for giving this to me: Haven't decided yet, but it will be a lot.

I have next week off, so I have nine glorious days to do with as I will.

Well, aside from doing the laundry, cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the kitchen, changing the cat boxes, finishing my Christmas shopping, putting up the tree, decorating said tree, wrapping presents, trying to keep the kittens out of the tree, brushing the adult cat (Persian), making a hair appointment, keeping the appointment, making a long overdue followup doctor's appointment, keeping the appointment, changing the sand in the lizard cage, playing with the lizard, exchanging some bras I bought that were the wrong size, buying toothpaste, doing some food shopping, getting an oil change, getting a car wash, meeting some friends for Thai on Wednesday, cooking something to bring to Christmas dinner at my in-law's, calling my parents and telling them that we're doing Christmas at the in-law's this year, seeing my parents at some point before or potentially after, seeing my grandmother at some point before or potentially after, dropping some presents off at work before Wednesday (for two people that I wasn't expecting to give me a present who gave me one), paying credit card bills, getting cash from the ATM, and traveling five hours each way to and from the in-laws.

"...a bunch of mindless jerks who'll be the first against the wall when the revolution comes."

Or maybe a better quote would be, "That's cool," said Zaphod, "we'll meet the meat."

http://www.3dweb.no/galleri/stuestolbm/bilder/anim1.swf (PG-13: Contains strong language, bad puns, cartoon cows) (not actually Douglas Adams related despite the quotes.)

Required reading

Are all of my loyal readers (hi Chris!) reading Josh reads the comics so you don't have to?