On days like today when my breathing is shallow, allergy
meds aren’t making a dent in my misery, I like to wander the house and think
about staying awake. Instead I succumb to the misery of my allergies and cold
and fall asleep, yet again, on the couch. 
Today will be a waste in terms of getting anything done. The lawn needs
mowing, the house needs cleaning and the dogs walking but I’m too sick to do
it. The sad reality of owning your own place is that you can’t call the landlord
because the lawn is too high to walk through; instead you just piss off your
neighbors.

Ah well, what can I do? Perhaps I’ll mow between naps.

Most of the time I get one big cold per year and that’s it,
then every now and then I get sick a lot. This happened one summer during
college, I was sick most of the summer and then once when I was teaching. But
it’s been years since I’ve been this miserable more than once per year. Lets
hope I get no more colds this year. I hate this.