Monday, Monday ...

So I haven't watched much of the Olympics. (I only watched a few minutes of the opening ceremonies because I stumbled across it and Canada was about to enter, flag waving. so I waited to cheer them on.) Does that make me a bad person? It's not a boycott. I'm just not into it. I'm more of a Winter Olympics person to begin with, and, even then, I don't think I've even followed the figure skating scene since Lillehammer in 1994. Not sure why.

In case you're wondering, yes, I'm still sick. I think part of me has just resigned myself to the fact that this is my new "normal" -- I'm never going to get a full night's sleep again. I wake up coughing at two, or three, or four, and then I go into my office until I'm satisfied I've gotten the coughing under control (or two hours go by, whichever comes first). Since I'm now starting to feel like bronchitis might be settling in, I decided to see if I could get in to see the doctor this week, but, as luck would have it, he's on vacation. That's okay. I like my doctor. He can have a vacation if he wants to. I have a new bottle of Buckley's and I'm using it of my own volition.

Piper had her first obedience class yesterday. It's probably easiest if you read about it on her blog, but I think it went okay. We have a lot of work to do, though.

SisKris and Emily have gone home to Nova Scotia and I miss them already. Dr. Munchkin is still in town, though, and I introduced her to rughooking on Saturday. Before she heads back to the wilds of Upper Canada (read: Toronto), she and I are going to go to River Gallery and get her started on a project. I'm so excited! All hail The Cult of Wool!

Okay, I'm getting the head-bobs. Time to go take a nap.