Seasonal illness is the pits. How I know I'm sick:
- I'm not at work OR op-shopping
- I didn't go to SnB lat night
- I'm not going out to dinner and listening to Les Murray read poetry tonight
- I'm not going to the BookCrossing Booking tomorrow night
- Knitting seems boring and pointless.
I'm drinking water, resting and praying for a speedy recovery.