Sick day, foggy day

It's been one of those weeks where the weather seems to mimic my physical state. After getting home from a week-long trip to Texas to visit Matt's family and some of our friends, I promptly developed a sinus infection that has kept me housebound most of the week. I must say, there's something that feels sinful about staying home from work three out of five days the week I get back from vacation.

The good news is that I've been fairly productive while I've been home. Wednesday I organized the kitchen (somewhat) and today I made a homemade tomato cheddar soup that ought to feed Matt and me for the next six weeks. The kitchen thing is a little frustrating. I want to do so much with it, and our entire apartment for that matter, in terms of decoration and design, but knowing that we'll only be here a few more months makes that prospect seem pretty unattractive and too involved. Also, there's only so much you can do with this much wood paneling and seventies decor. I tend to hit a wall pretty quickly when I start decorating here. Suggestions?

My productivity has been sandwiched between long bouts of sitting on the couch sipping hot chocolate and listening to Freakonomics Radio, reading my most favorite blogs, Instagraming like a mad woman, and taking daily naps (I'm going to miss those next week). Oh, I also haven't showered or put on actual pants in like three days. This might be okay if I hadn't ventured out into the world at all but I've had to refill my stockpiles of supplies for my stay-cation. I really didn't need to divulge that information, but over-sharing has seemed to be one of the side effects of this infection (just ask Matt about my proclamation about mucus the other morning. Ah, I'm sorry!)

Okay, I could ramble on for days but Bravo isn't going to watch itself now, is it?