We're getting better all the time

I can't really tell if I'm improving. I think I'm coughing less and then I double over and can't breathe for half a minute. I think I'm sneezing less and then take another look at the level of the tissues in the kleenex box. I feel happy and bouncy and then I think about interacting with - ick, people.

Which is not to say my roomies haven't been totally supportive. Lucy even made me chicken noodle soup last night when I wandered downstairs to watch the A&E Biography of JK Rowling. (My mommy told me to.) Soup! It was excellent, too, all full of huge chunky chicken goodness.

I know I'm sick in the head when I say this, but I hope I'm better by Monday. I'm even starting to miss being at work.