I have spent the day in bed. The cold I've been working my way through decided to pull out all the stops, and I've had every part of my body protesting. My throat has been protesting. My ears have been protesting. My head has been protesting. My neck has been prostesting. As have my chest and my back.
(I won't get into the flem I've been caughing up, because it's been very green, globulous, and gross in a muccussy way.)
So, I spent the day in bed. Der Brucer drove up to Dover, and then over to visit with the grandlads, and is on his way home now.
The dogs have been very happy about my spending so much time in bed, because they've all been cuddling. In shifts. The only problem has been Fletcher, who several times has drained my water glass of water, thinking that I set it beside my bed just for him.