Cough Cough.

Apparently it is easy to catch a cold in the desert. Three days in, I've got a scratchy throat and plugged ears, and I think my sense of taste is all but gone. The last part is particularly sad, seeing as how I made burgers last night for dinner and couldn't really tell if they were any good. I was kinda proud of them (along with the homemade chips), and H. liked them, so that's good. The only thing I'd change is I would make them thinner. I thought they would shrink vertically when they cooked, but instead they shrunk horizontally.

Tonight I'll probably have something that's easy to make, something like soup or pizza. Who am I kidding, I'm definitely having pizza.

One thing I've learned from being married is that you really get to know the delivery man. Even though most of our wedding gifts were delivered to the front office, he's been diligently delivering the stragglers for the past three weeks. It seems like he comes by every other day, but it's probably more like twice a week. In particular, I've learned not to say Thank You more than twice in the entire greeting. It gets awkward when he says Thanks, then you say Thank You, and now you've just thanked him for thanking you for accepting packages. One Thank You is enough to cover the physical exertion of bringing a package up a flight of stairs. Also, if he offers, get him to move the packages into the apartment. At first, I was all Stranger Danger!, but then I realized that he's being a gentleman and knows that the boxes are heavy to lift. And people said chivalry was dead!

If this post seems flighty, chalk it up to cold medicine. Seriously, I feel like my head is detachable and floating in the invisible clouds in the apartment. Which makes me feel quite tall, if I do say so myself.