*sniffle*

Woke up very late today -- about 11:30 am -- with a beaut of a sore throat and aching sinuses. Bleah. And to top it off, it was dark outside, and I mean DARK. As in twilight-dark. Thunderstorms are moving in.

The world outside has gotten a bit lighter (with rain) and my throat is less painful after some coffee, but... yeah, I don't know about going to intermediate Wen-Do tonight. I'll see how I feel after working out this afternoon.

I have to leave the house to pick up some medication that I'll need for tonight. Yuck. I hate going out in the rain when I'm feeling less than physically robust.

The studio window is open and some lovely fresh (if cold) air is coming in. Time to go change out of my bathrobe into something warmer.

The zombie coffee maker

You might remember my tale of WOES about our good ol' coffee maker going feet-up, requiring us to buy a new and less spiffy coffee maker.

Well, yesterday George decided to clean the carafe of the old coffee maker (which was presumably still good). We'd been storing it in a box in the hallway (with all the other boxes from my mom's place), so he dug it out of that -- along with the rest of the coffee maker. He poured in water, fired it up, and let it drip through.

It did. Flawlessly.

He did it again.

Again, perfect performance.

So he made a pot of coffee with it.

It worked like a dream.

So now our "dead" coffee maker is back and it's absolutely FAH-bulous. (And for the record, it definitely makes a better pot of coffee than its successor, which is sitting neglected but hopeful on the counter behind it.)

...

Stupid technology. :-P

*snap!*

I went out and did my shopping/picking up of prescriptions without getting rained on. And now the sun is out. So much for Environment Canada's powers of pronostication.

Unfortunately I just got hit with an upper back ache -- literally with the speed of being whacked across the rear side of my ribs with a two-by-four. Ow. Hopefully the aspirin I've taken will help, but I'm not going to exercise until the pain lessens. I don't think I can dance around upright for twenty-six minutes, not feeling like this.

Going to do some color holds on George's project, then have some lunch, and then lie down for a couple of hours if the painkillers don't work. Dammit.