Drafty Windows

I have become what St. Louisans, I think, refer to as a "Hoosier." Last night I put foil over the bottom half of my bedroom windows to help insulate and block the ever present breeze of cold air flowing around my head every night.

I wanted to get the plastic window treatment that you shrink to fit with a hair dryer, but I found it to be rather pricey and so I opted for what I already had -foil. Hey, it works and that's all that matters to me at this point. Well, it kind of works.

Unfortunately, I am a day late of preventing myself from sickness. The nightly draft has already taken its toll on my body (cough, cough, sniff). My head feels detached from my body, which won't stop aching.
Man, I don't want to go to work tomorrow. The cool thing about my job is also the bad thing at times like this. Working off deadlines means setting your own hours, working from home, and flexibility; it also means that I have to work all day tomorrow to meet my Friday deadline - whether I'm sick or not.

All I want to do is Sleep.................