Cold and miserable

If anyone is looking for me, I'm still here. Between last week and this week, though, I caught a real-life cold, with sore throat and everything, and so I've slept a lot since I got this "wonderful" gift, and I been been on my fat ass since I took Delenn to the vets last week. Steve has been kind enough to get me cat food and milk, the only two things I've needed. I can live out of boxes (macaroni and cheese, anyone?) until I'm feeling better, which should be as soon the Invisible Purple Unicorn gets back to our neck of the woods--er, space. Or at least until the spring, which ever comes first. I'm betting neither makes it here, and that the average cold runs from 5 days to 10 days, so talk to me after this weekend.