Germ-o-rama
It figures. I give up on competition for the present, take it easy for a couple weeks... and my bod crumbles. Let's see, now; we've had the abscess, the knee, the root canal -- and now I'm sneezing round with the Cold of Doom. Yukh.

Fairly quiet weekend. I did clean the living-room. Yes, only the living-room -- from top to bottom. Everything moved, everything dusted, scrubbed, vacuumed -- I found a mummified, horrible digestive by-product Thing behind the chesterfield. Animals are so disgusting. (Mind you, all that dust and muck probably didn't help ward off the budding cold.) Now it's sealed off, all doors closed. I don't even want to sit in there and spoil it, now!