Since last Monday evening, I have been 'with flu'. This is intended to sound like "with child", for in the amount of care it needed, and its encroachment on my personal fun-time, it was much like a child.

On Tuesday, I went to work, against the wishes of my body, and on Wednesday, I capitulated and stayed home. I was back to work by Thursday afternoon, but not happy. I took it easy on the weekend - to get that monkey off me. Anyway, I'm doing much better now, save for the odd sniffle here and there.

I managed to avoid anything involving work this weekend, under the reasoning that I was "still recovering", even though the bulk of the flu/cold (I'm still not totally sure - it had aspects of both illnesses) was gone. It was nice just to sloth around the house. I delivered my roommate into the hands of the great airport on Thursday just before I went in to work, and do not expect him to be disgorged for 3 weeks.

It's rather nice to have the house to myself, but it does feel a little funny padding around the place alone night after night, ensuring that all the lights are off and the alarm is armed. No one making any noises .... except, of course, for dear old Stampy above (the one-woman, 24-hour-a-day riverdance living upstairs).

I had a good talk with Timmy last night. I went to her place for a roast beef dinner. Man, I haven't had a good roast beef in waaay too long. After dinner, I hooked up her new wheel mouse for her, and then we had a long talk. I really enjoy talking to Timmy - she has a wonderful sense of balance, and (wonder of wonders ... not) many of our weird opinions are shared.

Tonight is dinner with Steve and Chelsie, tomorrow an evening with Shannon, and Wednesday some time with Jim. Thursday evening, I believe, is dinner at Timmy's, Friday most likely with Sheena. A full week on the social calendar - I guess I should try and get that laundry I avoided this weekend done asap.