(In fairness, it IS three floors from the living room/kitchen to my bedroom!)
I'm still kind of bummed. I was looking forward to seeing all my co-workers in person again, and getting to see the tree in Rockefeller Square, and going to see the antiquities exhibit at the Met, and so on. But I agree that flying, I would've been miserable.
mindyklasky pointed out in comments to the last post that I should look on the bright side, that I'm dodging the horrible weather on the east coast right now. And my mother pointed out that now New York has a transit strike going on, so anywhere I wanted to go while there, I would have had to walk. I'm sure that it would have helped get over the flu ever so much faster.
Still, fooie. Ah, well. Laying in bed with a book, and hoping I can finish coughing this gunk out of my lungs sometime soon. It's actually triggered my asthma, to the point that the doctor made me renew my rescue inhaler... foo. Not fun.