The perils of being in 3-d

Went into work late, and left early. Am now reclined on the sofa, headachey and not fit for much except being a place for a cat to sleep on, which Gracie the Senior Feline has opted to do. It's cool and rainy out for the first time in forever, so the windows are open.

Have consoled myself with a sandwich from the deli and some chocolate. Plus, there's a baby quiche Florentine in the freezer for dinner - something that just needs to go in the oven and doesn't need any prep but which is more interesting than another sandwich. Also have bought organic graham crackers, and I can't figure out why. I think in my weakened state (I love saying this, it makes me feel like I need a chaise to faint on and Mr. Darcy to catch me), the box was strangely appealing, or something. Usually I just stick with the big-brand stuff. Somebody needs to investigate whether walking pneumonia makes you more vulnerable to advertising, or to organic stuff. Or maybe it was just the first thing I saw on the shelf.

Have had too many people tell me all about the Dire Consequences I face if I don't rest and "take care of myself." Appreciate the sentiment, but I am resting and taking care of myself, and I don't particularly need to hear the horror stories right now.