I truly don’t know how it got to be after 6pm. Where did the day go? At 3:30 I had a phone interview. The day just led right up to it. The interview went well enough. I don’t know what to think of it. In ways I felt like I was fighting for my life and in other ways I felt like I couldn’t care enough to speak. Whatever. It’s over and I may or may not get a call back. I am just happy I didn’t spontaneously combust. That worries me from time to time.

Lisa and I are going to the gym tonight. I think we will take a yoga class. Or a spin class. Whatever has room.

I am finally feeling better. The viscosity of my mucus has changed. Thank goodness because for awhile it was just flowing like a river down my face. Pookie has been ever patient with me. I honestly think that if the tables were turned I might have run away from him gagging. He could have at times. I was gross. Let’s hope I don’t get sick again for a very very very long time.