18 April 2005
Yesterday was a social day nearly from start to finish. Today is apparently a sick day. My dry throat turned into a sore throat, and from there we went to the kind of coughing spells that leave you seeing stars. Only for awhile, though. I feel better than I did this morning, which is unusual for me. Usually, as most of you know already, I am that dreaded creature, The Morning Person.
I reread A Civil Campaign, which is a good thing to reread when you're sick. And I read one of the Brother Cadfael mysteries, which are also good for when you're sick. And now I've borrowed one of the few Noel Streatfeilds I didn't find and read when I was a kid, and if there's a better thing to read when you're sick than one of your favorite children's authors in a volume you missed before, I'm not sure what it is.
I'm afraid the interesting bits are going to have to stay internal for now.
And the main page.
Or the last entry.
Or the next one.
Or even send me email.