Feb. 8th, 2018

My pajamas came in the mail today, and I don't hate them at all. They're the pajamas I always wanted. Soft pale blue flannel with little stars and moons, and white satin piping around the collar and cuffs. {{love}} And POCKETS!! Both the pants and the top have pockets, which is very handy if you happen to have a terrible cold and need extra tissues and cough drops.

It is lucky they came today, because I have come down with that terrible cold. I started feeling bad last night, and today it's in full swing--the congestion, the cough, the chest pain, the weird hallucinatory floaty feeling. Waah. I was hoping I'd escape this year. All that handwashing was in vain, I guess. But I am happy that at least it isn't the flu.

As a result, I didn't really do anything today. Tonight, my mother seemed pretty normal until near the end of the conversation when I tried to tell her something she totally didn't understand. Then she said, "Well, I've saved up a lot of questions for you." And I said, "Oh, what are they?" And she said, "Questions about all the things I have to move." My heart sank. I said, "You don't have to move anything." And she said "Oh, are you coming tomorrow?" Sigh. Under the circumstances this is not possible.

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