I go do laundry now, so I have clean clothes when Kevin is here.
Because of course I'll be fully dressed. Pervs.
Well, assuming this sore throat goes away. It's not a cold - I've sneezed exactly five times in the last three days. I dunno what's going on. Stupid throat.
I have drunk about... *counts teabags in garbage* twelve cups of tea so far today. I suspect I'll hit more than twenty by bedtime. It helps the throat. Yarr.