I'm excited H is making progress on the bedroom (the floors are almost all stripped, and the vanity is totally done), but sleeping downstairs on the guest bed is killing me. I feel bad that I make people sleep on this bed when they come to visit - it's all squashy and floppy and when H moves it wakes me up and then I end up sleeping till 11 every day. And that's late, even for me.
Also, Bacon had some coughing/barfing bug yesterday, and I think she gave it to me. My throat hurts and I had a tummy ache when I woke up earlier.
But on the bright side, it probably won't snow again till fall, so I can finally really get rid of the sweaters I've been saving just-in-case, even though they don't really fit.