I am NOT sick.

I'm not. I don't have time to be sick.
My throat does not hurt, my head is not full and spinning, my body does not ache.
I am not craving chicken soup and grilled cheese. Mmmmmmm. Grilled cheese.

I don't have time for this. I'm going to Walgreens after work for Tylenol Severe Cold... one of the nurses at Hospice swears by it. I'm thinking it's a sinus issue, as opposed to a germy cold issue, but that also means if I don't kick it pretty soon I'm going to have to find time to see my doctor. I used to be able to call her and say, "Hey Terri, I think I have a sinus infection, help a girl out!" and she'd call my pharmacy and in a few hours I'd have an antibiotic (and usually new nailpolish and some cough drops and a couple of magazines and some chocolate. Walgreens rocks). Now I have to drive all the way out there, pay the $20 co-pay and wait with all of the sick people for her to look in my ears and up my nose and say, "I think you have a sinus infection."

Maybe I'll make some potato soup for dinner tonight. I love fall. LOVE fall. And it's almost fall. I love that I can wear capri pants with a sweater and sandals in the daytime and fuzzy socks at night. I love that it's warm enough to drive around with the windows down and cool enough to make soup for dinner. I love that people are in a better mood because it's not a hundred and fifteen degrees outside. I love that fall feeling - it makes me want to make soup and crusty bread, it makes me want to knit a blanket, it makes me want to... I don't know, buy a house.

Here's the coolest thing about this whole house-buying thing... if it goes as planned we will be closing on this house very close to our second anniversary. That's pretty cool, right?
I hope we get this house. I hope it's the right house for us. I'm such an idiot though... I called an insurance agent to get a quote and didn't have the address in front of me. I feel like a total moron because I have to call him back with the house number. Jeez-o.
I'm not very smart. But not very smart people buy houses every day, right?? And not very smart people buy houses that aren't money pits all the time, right??

I need lunch (and a nap) and some cold medicine, and I need to go sit somewhere quiet and read for a bit and then I'll be fine.

Seriously. I'm making soup for dinner tonight. Soup and grilled cheese. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.