I don't really mind fighting off a cold, so long as it is mild enough that cold pills and the prescription nose spray can handle most of the daytime symptoms.

I don't mind rattling a little and not getting to sleep until after 10:00 last night.

I don't mind waking at 2:30am to listen to the littler man stir, and then to listen to him as he put himself back to sleep.

I did not even mind giving the littler man a bottle and a jar of carrots between 3:30 and 4:00am, after all, I had never gotten back to sleep after the 2:30 waking.

I rather enjoyed spending the morning reading microfilm. I have take this perverse pleasure in reading microfilm, even though it leaves me a little dizzy and a little goofier than usual.

I don't mind being so wired from coffee and cold pills that I could not nap this afternoon.

The combination, ah, now that is pretty darn impressive.

Right now I have just enough energy to transfer student grades from their homework to my spreadsheet, and even that goes slowly.

Oh, bonus points for anyone who can name the book that I stole the post title from.