crud

My schedule yesterday went something like this: sleep, wake up, get ready, go to church, eat lunch, sleep, wake up, get ready, go to church, eat supper, sleep. I made it through the day with my cold, fulfilling all my duties, but by the end of the day I was feeling rather rough. This morning, as I type this update, I'm feeling pretty much like crud.

Mr. did a great job with his sermon. I was very proud of him. I listened to it in the morning service, because I was supposed to cover  Sunday school for the 4 to 8 year-olds in the afternoon. I did in fact fulfill my duty, but the teacher for the 9 to 13 year-olds never showed, so I ended up having them in my class as well, since no one wanted to go back up to the adult service. Some of the older kids were helpful, some not so much. It was barely controlled chaos much of the time. I am just grateful no one got hurt and everyone was returned safely to their parents at the end. I don't even think we ruined any clothes, although some faces and fingers were smudged with ink from our craft, which was making cards with rubber stamps and ink pads. What was I thinking??

By the end I barely had any voice left; you need to use it quite a lot to corral kids and keep their interest. We then went out to eat with a few friends.

The only other highlight of the day was as we came out of the restaurant. We saw people staring up into the night sky. Curious we joined them and realized that they were looking at the moon. They explained that a wondrous sign had been spotted, and that you could see the old king's face in the moon. Now, the elderly king father of this country just died a week ago. We looked and, aided with a sketch by a helpful moto taxi driver, we were able to see what they were looking at. Mr. and I went away a bit puzzled. Either these people have never noticed the man in the moon before, or he has miraculously been replaced by the late king, because they were very confident that the face they were seeing was his. Hmmm.

So anyway. Today I have no voice, ache from head to toe, and feel a bit nauseated. I think the cold is progressing, because I feel it moving from my head down into my chest—which how it usually works for me. But I can not just sleep the day away, as I ought to do for maximum recovery. I need to get this calendar done. I hope I can make significant progress today. At least working on the computer is not a strenuous task.

The happiest part of the day so far is that a little kitty is sitting on my feet, sleeping. Nice. :-)