Things that stink:
- having the flu on New Year's Eve
- having the flu on New Year's Day
- having the flu on your birthday
- having the flu on the day after your birthday...
Things that make things that stink, stink less:
- having great friends and friends' parents who have you over for amazing food and birthday cake and presents and are just generally wicked cool (from Maine, of course)
- having a mom who brings over a loaf of gluten-free banana-blueberry-date bread (and thank God, because my fridge only had a head of lettuce and a pound of tofu in it), plus a box of birthday stuff
- having a super-sexy bandoneonista call you from B.A. to say "sorry you're sick, make sure you take it easy, and if I were there I would cook you soup."
- having said bandoneonista also mention that it's so hot down in B.A. right now that he's been practicing the bandoneon in his apartment window with his shirt off. Great. Thanks for giving me a visual that's totally going to make it impossible to get to sleep. Not that I can sleep anyway, because I can't breathe. Decongestant is totally not working. Hrmph.
The only one really happy about all of this is Bonita, who gets to sleep on me more, but who always looks mildly terrified at the nose-blowing.