Sigh. I have a chest cold. I guess there are two ways to look at it: 1) I can either be pissed that I got sick AS SOON as I had to return to work, thereby missing plenty of free days to relax and recover; or 2) I can be glad that I got sick after I had a great vacation that was germ-free. I think I will elect option 2. So now I’m sitting at my desk with a very sexy cough – think barking seal – that has managed to scare everyone within a 25 foot radius of my office. People keep telling me to go home, and I say, “Oh, no, I can’t, I have too much to do…besides, I don’t feel that bad.” It makes me look like such a little trooper! Anyway, I’m getting paid, so whateves! And I do have work to do…all I need is my stash of Alpine Spiced Apple Cider to get through the day. I love that stuff. And someone very wise recommended that I take Echinacea, and that has really helped. I finally got the estimate for my car repairs today. $2,856.07. That’s as much as it cost to replace my ENTIRE front end in my last accident, and that damage was just cosmetic. This damage was keeping stuff from working properly. This just goes to show that I know nothing about cars. My body shop hates me. I’ve called them six times in the last two days. But I wanted my estimate, and I wanted to know how long it was going to take. The Bored Receptionist told me it would take between a week and a half to two weeks. Which means three. Awesome. I just love my gas-guzzling-no-CD-player white 4-door Chevy Malibu. Yes, they still makes those. No, they still shouldn’t. I want MY car. The Grammy Nominations came out today. Don’t even get me started. The ceremony is going to look like TRL.