The verdict is in

A bad upper respiratory infection.

Ick. Well, at least it's not bronchitis or strep, which I thought were distinct possibilities. I was sent on my merry way with a Rx for Zithromax, a hearty suggestion that I should not go to work tomorrow, and a feeling that the new doctor's office is actually quite nice. What a change!

So here I am, back home with the boys and hoping that first dose of the Z kicks in soon. I'm going to take my good cough medicine, so no pinot grigio for me tonight. Boohiss. I am going to be making my famous pasta, and I splurged and bought a great sourdough baguette and some stuff to make red pepper-infused dipping oil, so that will be a nice treat. No counting calories for me tonight. I've lost 3 lbs. since last week, but since I am sick and have no real appetite (I've only had a few Goldfish crackers today) I figure a decent Italian dinner will be allrighty.

Off to vacuum the apartment and read a bit till Sweetie gets here.