Well, now there is.
I have a nasty, nasty cold. Dragged myself into work, and here I am.
ETA, because I realize now that isn't much of a post:
1. DS was cranky and miserable Friday, and I was coming down with this cold, so I stayed home with him. At one point, he fell asleep on my chest, the cat was sleeping on my feet, and I fell asleep on the sofa. It was heavenly. I felt like crap for most of Friday, a good chunk of Saturday, less so yesterday, and today I'm alive enough to sit at my desk. But barely.
2. DH pretty much ran the house all weekend, and I was so sick I didn't even get to enjoy it. But it was nice to just sleep. So very nice. People at work don't let me sleep, they want me to do stuff. Bah.
3. When I was feeling a little better yesterday, DH put up our new ceiling fan in our bedroom, and I have serious buyer's remorse. And I feel awful about it, because he spent the time to put it up, and the builder apparently left the bare minimum length of wiring to connect it so he was struggling with that--it wasn't a piece of cake install. But I look at it, and I'm all

I'm giving it a week to see if I change my mind. Here's hoping.
4. DD's first soccer practice is tonight. I can't believe it's soccer time again already.