Recovering . . .

What an exciting (dripping sarcasm) couple of days it's been. I am in the middle of a horrendous cold, with all the joy that entails. Then, as mentioned, the death of beloved my beloved lappy, and now dealing with a new (used) one which won't seem to let the wireless stuff work, won't work with yahoo IM, etc., etc. Last night, tired and sitting in my messy living room, listening to the baby snore over the monitor (oh yes, he has the cold, too, of course) I couldn't find the remote to turn the TV on and I was about half a straw away from running screaming from the house. I turned the TV on by hand, and later DID locate the remote. Don't you hate days like that? However, the Husband made up for it, at least partially, by giving me one of my favorite luxuries - the Bed to Myself. Don't get me wrong. I love the Husband, and there's nothing as great as a good cuddle, but I'm what you might call a "busy" sleeper, and having someone else in the bed impedes my progress and frustrates me, so I wake up angry, and not sure why. I also love having all the pillows; the Husband only takes one when he sleeps on the couch, leaving me his spare. I form them in a big U around me, including Madrid the Body Pillow. It feels decadent and perfect. So I slept soundly, the full 8-hours one is supposed to get, and today, I am sort of vaguely hopeful. Today, I will get the computer stuff sorted out. The new-used lappy isn't bad. The keys make a very satisfying clicking noise. All my documents and files and whatnot is here, and that's the important part. I'm a little less stuffy and my head actually doesn't hurt today. It's rainy, and I love to be in the darkened living room, listening to the rain, typing away. The Bed to Myself, both the luxury itself and the evidence of the Husband's thoughtfulness, might not seem like much, but it's enough to make today a brand new day.