I have a bad cold. It hit Friday night, and I spent most of Shabbat (except for the mile walk to and from my afternoon group because I was teaching and there was no way of letting anyone know I couldn't be there) and Sunday in bed. And we were going to buy new beds on Sunday, too, since ours are as old as our marriage - and our 17th anniversary is coming up. Yeah, time and past time.

I'm at work now.

I don't feel terribly ill - it's just that my nose is a faucet. Charming, I know.

But having a DVR? Is love.

I could and did spend much of Saturday night watching shows I'd recorded during Shabbat. Because why not? And even if I haven't seen my sewing machine since I moved, or used it in fifteen years, the sewing shows have their fascinations. And I could watch Sandra Lee with Jonathan, who finds her hilarious. And then there was ( Friday Night Lights ).

And then there was ( SGA - Be All My Sins Remembered )