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As I type the kitty is sleeping on my legs. So cute and cuddly. It would be quite ideal, except for how lousy I feel. She has really been a sweetie today, though, confused at why I don't get out of bed and play with her. Content to sleep on me or near-by.

Mr. has been sweet today, too, insisting I stay in bed much of the day. Making lunch and supper. Actually, supper tonight is quite gourmet. Two chickens, rubbed with herbs, left to marinate overnight, and then roasted slowly all day today in the crock pot. Lentil soup, some white wine… Nice. We had all the ingredients before I came down sick, and he decided to make it anyway. Hope I have enough appetite to enjoy it properly.

(OK. Some of you might be laughing at me using the words "gourmet" and "crock pot" in the same sentence, but seriously—you can make some pretty good stuff in a crock pot. Also, we don't have an oven, so it's our only option if we're going to "bake" anything.)

Needless to say, I didn't make it out to take any photos today. I did, however, rally mid-day and finish up my card making project. So, I just took photos of those as examples of beauty. (Nothing like tooting your own horn.) But no shots of people today. Mr. wasn't at all into being my model today. Go figure.

So, that's about it. Colds are just lousy. They make your whole body ache. Here's hoping for a full recovery tomorrow. In the mean time, I'm just going to sit here quietly, with my cat.