Head cold.

I've got a cold, I guess. I thought it was just allergies again, but it's been steadily growing worse for the last 36 hours, and now I sound pretty darn bad. I'm almost out of tissues, cough drops, cold meds and energy, so I'm heading to the store to see if I can find any of those before I go to work later on.

I hesitate to work in food services, knowing how bad my cold is. I have to give Ryan a call back this morning anyway, so I'm going to ask him what his "sickness protocol" might be for Runza. I suppose if it's bad enough, Philip can always just work my lunch for me (he's off today and has been off for the past two days as well).

I'm sad because I really wanted to go see the new babies today, but I'm not going to let myself be around newborns and spread my sickies. And speaking of babes, Annie? You should probably not come visit with Douglas today either. :-(

I have big plans for today - ones I dreamt of all night long (in between using about twenty "snot tissues"). I will be so sad if I can't get things done. *sigh*