between coughs

I coughed alot. then tried sleeping in a sitting-up position, then lay down again, cos it just made me cold, then dreamed of a mansion, Hugh Laurie, hiding from people, bench-sex, a foldable car that was unpacked when we got to Dunedin airport (it needed hoising down though,-he told me to wait at the top of the hill while he fixed it), a leisure cruise where a werewolf and I had a stand-off with a pencil and a hand-drill and then decided, very reasonably, that we'd just be friends and NOT try to kill each other again. Other werewolves were very impressed with our forward-thinking.
Then I coughed a lot more.
Now it's Black-Bean veges and tofu for dinner or Schnitzel and mash....am having trouble with decisions due to severe lack of undisturbed sleep.
Have discovered that honey and cinnamon in hot water is a truly lovely thing but that doesn't help my motivation to clean the house. I'm not pregnant again, but am going to spend a couple of hours studying statistics while the rain falls in great wintery gusts outside.
Would walk to petrol station to get firewood, but think walking in rain with bronchitis may be silly. Will wear 3 jumpers instead and drink litres of tea.
In other news, Dale stole my mojo, but admitted it -so everything's alright now.

Pickering's on holidays

And I'm between everythings. Not pregnant, am studying, am working, not happy.
Am endeavouring not to be pissed off at everyone, but am failing dismally.
Note: Am not pissed off at lovely Mr. Mr has to now wait until 'reasonable Cath' resurfaces. This will happen....eventually...but he's the only one likely to stick it out.
These are some of the reasons one gets married.