get me to the doctor, get me off the streets

My nice doctor has booked me off work for the week, with strict instructions to REST, dammit! I am still more than somewhat exhausted, but today I have done the following:

• Taken my antibiotics goodly after meals, morning and evening. I hope Sid is cowering in his cavern.
  
  
• Played an awful lot of Plants vs. Zombies, a game which has the ability to eat vast tracts of the day without you noticing. I find zombies endurable when they're cartoon, and the occasional falsetto "Braaaains!" among the general guttural moans is cracking me up. Also, it's fun planting peas and mushrooms and the rest of the vegetable menagerie, the way they shimmy is incredibly cute. (The almanac is a work of genius).
  
  
• Played an awful lot of Plants vs. Zombies despite the best efforts of Hobbit and Golux, who view this being-at-home thing as the dispensation of a merciful Providence in providing them with warm pink blobs to sit on. Except they both sit on my desk, either on my keyboard or across my wrists, and have consequently spent a lot of the day working out an uneasy detente.
  
  
  
  
• Written my inaugural piece of Microfic, in fear and trembling of being Glared At By Stv's Eyebrows if I don't. I view this as the first toddling step in the direction of bringing my fiction writing out of the closet, wherein it has fulminated for about ten years. (I'm docinatrix on WordPress, if you want to know which one's mine).
  
  
• Excavated my entire handbag in order to wipe down the contents and pull out and wash the lining, having joyously upended my morning's milk supply into it yesterday. I really am not at my best at the moment. There are now 34 extra items spread across my desk, entirely failing to dry owing to the extreme dampness of the air. (The more so because we have a leaking roof. Last night I was woken up in the small hours, from a particularly entertaining Damon dream, no less, by the resonant "plock!" of a spontaneous new drip next to my bed. The EL is not amused).

Gosh. I've just remembered bits of the other dream I had last night, which entailed trying to make out with my husband on the shiny dining room table of our luxurious mansion, which really didn't work at all well owing to the fact that he was a seal, and his flippers couldn't get purchase. He was much happier when we actually got on board the wooden sailing ship and he could dive over the side to try out this "swimming" thing for the first time.

Right, enough wayward puppying, I have episodes of Doctor Who to watch. His head is still shaped like a peanut.