I've got a pounding head today. Headaches like this bring out the evil in me, so essentially I'm trying to keep to myself, keep quiet and do things I find calming, like making cookies, reading and so on. It's not working really though. After making a mousse for dessert tonight and cookie dough to roll out and cut later, I still feel stabby.
I attribute it to too much wine. Friday we split a bottle with dinner, but since the boy is sick and since I hadn't had anything to drink in a bit, it hit us both a little harder than it ought to have.
Saturday was le Rallye du Condroz. We went to check it out and indulged in a few vin-chauds during the day. We only had the chance to catch 2 of the races though before it was time for us to go home and get ready for a friend's birthday party. Which was at a wine bar, and was open-bar.
We each had 3 vin-chauds during the day at Rally and both took it pretty easy at the party, but despite that neither of us is feeling stellar today. Bleh. My brain is pickled. I suppose I should be grateful anyhow, as at least I left the Rally alive.
The boy is STILL stick.
And he STILL doesn't cover his mouth when coughing, which is disgusting. It is a miracle I haven't caught his nasty disease. *knocks wood*