I suspected it would happen at some point from traveling, and I consider myself lucky it was the end of the trip. I’m tired and snivelling and whiny from a no-doubt caught on board a crowded plane head cold.

Since I’ve dodged a lot of cold and flu viruses so far this winter (what with being a recluse inside my castle of home improvements) I probably shouldn’t be bitching. Yet, here I am world, whining my sniffling ass off. (By the way, and this remark isn’t solely a rationalization of my hermit tendencies, I think staying at home keeps away a lot of illness. People out there in the world are sick.)

My post-trip malaise has really brought new meaning to slothful. I still haven’t done laundry, although my luggage did arrive at my house around 6 p.m. on Monday (only 18 hours after I left the airport). I made a day so far of having to go the dentist. (Maybe my sore throat is just a psychosomatic nod to my body’s vague recollection of the dental poisoning by bleach.)

The bright side of the dentist was that the spot on the X-ray ripe for filling turned out to be, on closer examination, a cloud on the film rather than an oozing pile of decay in my mouth. So, until the next cracked and broken filling (inevitable given the silver mine I call teeth), I’m all clean and up to date.

Sadly, since it bespeaks my pathetic craving for positive attention, I am disproportionately proud of the compliments my dentist has been gushing about the cleanliness of my facial orifice. I credit only my sister’s gift of a Braun/Oral-B pulsating 3D toothbrush.

Without it, assuredly I would be just another dirty girl providing shelter and sustenance to generations of thriving bacteria.

Seriously, them puppies sure can clean the tooths sparkly and all.

Since I set out to do three things today, and I have done but one, I must step away from the ‘puter. Tomorrow I’m only planning one activity, but it’s huge. Without a few finalized versions of my resume and a little wherewithal to send it to people, I fear employment will be virtually impossible to gain.

My plan of using psy energy to will others to hire me just ain’t working out.