Not that I'm missing home; but I'm home with a bug. And 5 dogs. They're all resting comfortably, as am I.
I was at the grocery store last night buying TheraFlu, orange juice and pomegranate juice ... the clerk just kind of laughed at me and said, "Not feeling well, huh?"
One thing I've done with all my free time today (when not closing my eyes and wishing it would all go away) is finally finish signing up for Facebook. I registered for it last October, but I hadn't had the time to actually set up my profile or anything. I feel like I've sold my soul, and the scary thing is, I'm not really sure to whom or what to "they" will do with it now. I need a 15 year old to give me some lessons.