Fucking flowering trees.

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It is finally springtime in Michigan, and I am miserable. My mantra for the past week has been: "Stupid Michigan, and it's fucking flowering trees." I suffer from allergies, and this year, said allergies have turned into a cold. I am sore, cranky, feverish, and my head is congested. My throat is sore. Jared has been the most amazing person ever, taking care of me, and letting me curl up between his legs and snuggle and sleep. It's probably permanently bruised from that. i'm currently waiting for him to get home; he worked today at the Testing Lab. Way to go, CC, for stealing all his time. Ugh. I took lunch to him today, and we had a nice time just sitting in the testing lab together, and then I came home, to rest and such.

Today is a wonderful day for laying in bed, drinking tea, and just resting. Maybe I'll read a book. Maybe I'll start writing a book. Who knows. But I'm very content, even though I'm sick, because I've got Jared and the cat in the room with me, and that's more than enough for now.