I woke up congested and with a sore throat. Dad definitely shared his cold. I made an appointment for tomorrow with Dr. C. I'm not sure if I should go to my ASL class tonight or not. I don't want to share my cold with the class.
I saw that YMCA-P. had called yesterday.
I read a lot of fic.
I went to my sign language class after all. I got there early and practiced with L.B. and K. and others. The combination of cough medicine and the bread and cheese I had for dinner wasn't sitting well, but I got through class.
When I got home, I took something for the nausea. I called YMCA-P. back and spoke to him briefly.