Transforming cold and miserable

This from the rat's nest...
Tragic cold fronts sweeping in. Tragic cold caught by me and tragic amounts of kleenex being consumed. Already 1pm and too lazy to make breakfast, much less lunch. Tragic gollum-like reflection in the mirror.

Must put the power of the human brainium to work. (I was going to say cranium because it's cooler but I think that only refers to one part of the brain or maybe actually only the brain bone(s), aka skull.) Yesterday in a depressing place I was on the verge of tears for no logical reason and I forced myself to pretend to be cheerful and it kind of worked, I lifted my spirits.

So I could be positive about being stuck at home (already cancelled my plans for the day) with a nasty cold MUST BE CURED BY TUESDAY OR ELSE and nothing to do but knit the Dashwood hat. Which, of course, could turn out huge b/c I hate gauge. I can clean the rat's nest or watch old American shows on StarTsannel. I can call a couple of people I've been blowing off big-time.
I really should go out and buy straight pins so I can block the shawl I just finished but guess what? I'm too lazy.

Enough of that.

UPDATES
Amazingly enough, Vromyar's place is being transformed into a CLEAN, TIDY abode by a middle-aged lady with a kind expression. No cucas in sight. The era of Vromyar is ended.

The view from the perch does not look good. There are complaints of insufficient heating and worst of all the threat of usurpation (is that really the word?!?! spellcheck didn't react!) by a big fuzzy thing en onomati Arfur.

ARFUR ARFUR ARFUR