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Be forewarned, what follows is a whole plateload of whining.

I have a cold. Henry woke up yesterday (Wednesday) morning with two rivers coming out of his nose and I guess tonight it's my turn. Earlier today I started to fall asleep on the floor so Dave suggested I take a nap. I went to our room and laid down, had some weird dreams, and woke up feeling a little dizzy. We went grocery shopping, fed Henry, gave him a bath, put him to bed, ate dinner, and by the time I sat down and relaxed again, I really started feeling gross.

The first night of a cold is always the worst. I never get any sleep. There's the ever-present fear that the box of Kleenex I bought especially for the occassion will run out and I'll have to resort to using toilet paper, something that guarantees a big, red Rudolph nose that will linger for days. Or I worry that the glass of water that I sip to death during the night will run out making it necessary for me to get up and refill it, thus forcing me into a state of complete wakefulness, again (I've already refilled twice). I can't be in the same bed with anyone because of the need to snuffle and toss and turn to my hearts content so I always end up on the living room couch. Usually I'm able to turn on the television and allow the sounds of the latest infomercial du jour lull me into a state of blissful unawareness, but since we have no TV, here I am.

Tomorrow is going to be a rough day.