My post being listed on Chross's site, a cough needing to be tames, and affection on an escalator

Well, isn't this post a hodgepodge of topics!

Last Tuesday, after going out to an East Indian restaurant with my fellow colleagues for lunch, I didn't feel all that great. I first felt bloated, but I couldn't tell whether it was due to the food or my time of the month.

Later that evening, I felt chilled, which is rare for me. I put on various layers of clothing, which helped me warm up.

Then, the dreaded sore throat took place. It is never a good sign. Sure enough, I have a cough with its friends, mucus and phlegm. My eyelids get crusty, but it's only one eye that does each night, just before I go to bed. I sound congested when I talk. Luckily, over-the-counter medication seems to be kicking in at long last.

I do have happier news. My recent blog post on getting a sore bottom while on vacation made it on Chross's Web site. I am flattered, and it brightened up my congested state and my overall mood.

I have been resting at home for most of Sunday. I miss my guy. In a few days, he will be in Dubai for two weeks. So, we'll be in touch through Skype as often as we can.

In Istanbul, we took the metro a lot to get to various tourist destinations. Many of the metro stations that we visited had escalators and elevators. My guy would always let me on the former first. He would then stand directly behind me, either hugging me or groping my butt now and again.

We are a pretty affectionate couple. When we are going down an escalator, I can reach back and squeeze my guy's thigh while he is standing behind me.

When we were standing on the steps of an escalator going up, I reached back and forgot about what I would be reaching for. I ended up playing with my guy's nuts and bolts.

The difference between us is that I don't get embarrassed about such situations as he does. He told me later that two women on the escalator going in the opposite direction looked at us funny. I just shrugged it off. It was a miscalculation on my part. It's not like they know us. We were just wacky tourists!

I don't think that I am an exhibitionist, but I am relatively comfortable with who I am. This incident also happened in Istanbul. I had returned to the room after doing some sightseeing. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and watched TV on the bed.

Well, I felt the need to stretch, so I did so across the bed. My body was parallel to the headboard, with my feet pointing at the windows.

I had a decent nap. I woke up to the sound of banging on the glass.

I had not drawn any curtains in the room. After all, I was on floor 32 of a 33-floor hotel. I also didn't pull the sheets over me.

Sure enough, there were two window washers supposedly washing the windows right in front of me. It may have been interesting for them to see a woman wake up thanks to their work.

I didn't rush to close the blinds. I wasn't embarrassed. I ended up waking up, sitting up on the bed, looking at them, and sitting there some more until they moved down.

I told my guy this story when he came back to the room after work. He thought that they would be happy to see a pretty girl like me. However, there was nothing to see if they were looking for some show.

"It would be interesting being a window washer," my guy thought. "They have probably seen a lot."
"I could never do that," I remarked. "I'm afraid of heights."
"Me, too."

We'll just stick to being geeky, affectionate people.