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Since R got this damn staph thing, I've been sleeping on the couch- because it gives him more room to sleep without me bumping into him and maybe causing an owie, and also because I'm scared.

Scared of germs.

Crawling across the bedsheets and onto me, whereupon they would find any available orifice to make their entry into ME.

I've been assured by the doctor that those germs are everywhere and if they're in the house, they're in the house, nothing much we can do except clean everything that might be germy as much as possible, as often as possible, to reduce their impact. So far I'm good, but I'm getting a wee tad phobic. I think I'm breaking the handwashing record.

Anyway, the couch. I've always loved sleeping on the couch- I sleep better there than anywhere, usually, and I love falling asleep with the TV on. But now, knowing that I'm STUCK there, not so good. Why, you ask, not sleep in the guest room? No TV. And I must have episodes of CSI to fall asleep by. (Although CSI has now been replaced by "How Clean Is Your House", which makes me feel better about my germ-filled abode. Have you seen that show? What do those people cook in those broiler pans that leaves inches of gross old fat in the bottom?)

Enough for now. I'm tired. And only posting so I can avoid the couch.