Puttering, interrupted.

Usually my weekends consist of a long list of little to dos...errands to run, chores, classes at the gym, new recipes to try, folks to visit. I'm good a spending an hour or so being lazy, but too much more than that and I get restless.

That restlessness is also my litmus test when I'm not feeling well. I started feeling a little pooky Wednesday night. By the end of our work holiday party I had almost no voice...which, when you don't have to sing for a living, is actually kinda fun. But I was still feeling ok when I went to bed after the party.

The next morning? A different story. I think it was the first time in a looong time that I actually succumbed to germs. (Usually I'm good at catching it early and preventing a full-blown case of the cruds. Not so much this time.)

I spent all of Friday on the couch. In my pajamas. Getting up only to fill my teacup and to occasionally let the dog outside. I threw a cheater's bolognese sauce in the crock pot in case hubby was hungry after work. And I napped and read and watched Bravo.

C'est. Tout.

So, between throwing myself into a pile of gravel and catching whooping cough (kidding!), I'm guessing that my body is asking me, oh-so-nicely, to slow the heck down for a bit.

I'm finally listening. Today's limited docket includes more Bravo TV (Top Chef reruns!), more reading, a puzzle or two, and putting up the Christmas tree. I think that's plenty.

My five:

1. A good book. I'm enjoying this one right now.
2. Tea.
3. Warm socks.
4. Soup.
5. Permission to be lazy.