So, nasty muscle-paining, throat-swelling, nose-blocking, head-swimming virus thing is back, and I've more or less only just got over the last one. wtf? Sorry about textspeak, but allowances should be made in the circs. For years, I have never really got proper colds as such and fondly imagined that if I ever did it would be a healthy Sign. This, however, is not that. Patience, patience, my soul, all will be well and all manner of thing shall (and will) be well - in the next incarnation perhaps, even if not in this one.
Plans, plans - I don't think I will be going anywhere in the next few days. Another workshop, the last of this run - cancelled. A dental appointment tomorrow also cancelled. The receptionist informed me of the 48-hour cancellation policy and that a fee would therefore be due (and please bear in mind that I pay big, big money here, this is the Rolls Royce of dental surgeries). How much, I asked, was the fee. The full whack? Because if so, then I would uncancel, come along and breathe on everyone but it was only fair to warn them that I was probably quite infectious (sneeze). Wait, wait, she said, I'll just have a word. Mumble, mumble. Well, she said, if you're genuinely ill, then it's ok - don't come. What, no fee then? No. Which is a relief, because though the idea is very amusing, in truth I wouldn't have been up for it.
I've been in bed with cat and Kindle. Have downloaded Mill on the Floss for free and remembered that this is one of the Kindle perks. You can get all the classics you want for free - anything published before the copyright laws kicked in. So I have been reading - but only because I already know the book. Head not really up to it, or this, but being ill is so very, crucifyingly boring as well as being unpleasant.
Friend and helper-in-the-house came to clear out and rearrange the kitchen cupboards this morning. Big plates which were always at the back and therefore difficult for a muscle-challenged person to reach are now at the front. Either my friend has extraordinary intelligence or I have extraordinary lack of it. Whatever, just knowing that the cupboards are clean and clear has got to be marvellous Feng Shui.