Coughing, hacking, sniffling, and whining

I am not a good sick person.  Before I moved to St. Croix I could count on one hand the number of actual colds that I suffered.  Now, I seem to get at least one a year. Yes, I realize they are mild and I'm fortunate that I don't get the flu, but I really don't care.

I could survive the cold if I could sleep.  I've raised sleeping to an art form.  It is a passion of mine.  Unfortunately, being horizontal makes me cough harder and my throat feel worse.  Couple that with a massive cat fight under my bed at two in the morning and some form of coordinated, island-wide synchronized dog howls at various points during the night, and you get one cranky me.

On top of which, Pam (the friend for whom I'm house sitting) has tenants in the downstairs apartment.  I awoke this morning to learn that their refrigerator was broken.  So, I have the joy of dealing with repair personnel tomorrow.

Off to relieve Liza for a couple of hours at the store before picking up Beth after school...  Being Pam is stressful.  I don't know how she does it!