Still sick, still sore

My Hub, upon watching me shuffle painfully between him and the TV last night: "You know, you look like your grandmother when you walk like that. Hey, why'd you hit me?"

Men.

He insisted on buying me coughdrops, though, which is a point in his favor. I had to be dragged into the pharmacy because we're very, very broke right now (having to budget for visitors will do that) and the idea of spending $5 on stupid coughdrops pained me. He finally told me that if it made me feel better about it, it was an investment in his emotional well-being, because every time I coughed like that it tore him up inside. He also warned me that, having experienced such a cold many times before, he expected that after a few days my diaphragm muscle would be sore from all the involuntary coughing, so I should take what relief I could get. (Granted, my first thought was "Ooh, abs!" before I remembered that this is crazy talk.) I accepted the coughdrops.

I am somewhat less sore, having stretched my legs a lot this morning. (If I'd done that Sunday, and again yesterday, I would probably be done with the DOMS by now. D'oh.) I intended to do yoga last night but absolutely could not face it. Too sore. I did my upper-body workout this morning but didn't get that rubbery feeling afterward, so probably no DOMS there. Possibly some in the boobage/armpit area; flyes are still kind of evil. I should shift some things around in the upper-body workout next, see what I can come up with.

We had people over for the PPV on Sunday, and now we have a guest staying with us for the next two nights, so this is kind of a wacky week. Financially, the amount of juggling we've been doing of late is just obscene. Health-wise, it is always a giant pain in the ass to have to work healthy eating around other people; on the up side, our current guest is a vegetarian so I've got an in. I'm trying to figure out what the hell to do about exercise tomorrow; it's supposed to be cardio, but the guest room is linked to the place o' the treadmill, so I may be screwed. Hell. I may have to sneak outside to run and hope my Hub doesn't lose his damn mind.

I find myself completely unmotivated to do anything when I'm sick. Mostly I just want to sleep. Yet another entertaining factor when having visitors.

Actually, I take that back. I want to watch movie-mysteries and TV-mysteries while snuggled up with my Hub or my cat, or both (provided the a/c is working). It's like a chocolate craving, only for media instead of food. L.A. Confidential is currently at the top of my list, followed by a glut of Veronica Mars (or, as Joss Whedon would say, "a Veronica Marsathon!"), followed by Out of Sight, and... hey, wait, I have Friday off. I could so totally do this. ::counts hours:: Granted, I would only get one movie and maybe four episodes of VM watched before my Hub got home from his half-day, but I might be able to impress upon him the need to stay out of my way and let me soak in the mystery goodness.

A big reading-pile of Ellery Queen and Sue Grafton and Dennis Lehane and S.J. Rozan would have to come after that. That, however, would take weeks.

I love love love mysteries. I love them. I love twisty good ones. They are the best. I seriously cannot WAIT to get Veronica Mars on DVD because that's going to be the only way I'll be able to watch and exercise at the same time.

Also, in a moment of pure geekspeak: Is Serenity out yet? ::checks watch:: Still August. Apparently not. Dammit. I must institute a countdown of some kind.