I'm sleeping on the couch tonight.

Being horizontal has issues with a persistent cough I have going on - that, and I've lost my voice, but other than that I'm mostly recovered from my illness. On the couch, I can sleep half-sitting, and breathe.

It reminds me of the last time I had a bad cough at home. I slept in the lounge, in my father's recliner chair. Half sitting, half curling up on the very comfy chair, subliminally aware of being surrounded by the scent of my father. I can't really say what he smells like, because he just smells like Dad - comforting, in a way, because it's warm, and it makes me feel like I'm three years old again, sitting in his lap, which I always, always loved.

Of course, this couch smells of poodle. Far less satisfying.

What with the thing where I've been sick for a week, not a lot's been happening. We saw Two Towers again - oh, I love it so.