Oh, urgh....
I have the plague.
It's some sort of respitory bug plus fever and joint pain; it's slowed me all week and floored me the last few days. I've missed two days of work, slept around the clock, and still feel like whale dung: sort of slimy and sinking into unplumbed depth of (sinus) pressure. Because I'm nursing baby Nora there's not much I can take for it. So I'm curled up in bed with work files around me, trying to get caught up a little so that next week doesn't kill me. Which at the moment sounds like a welcome release.
But PLAIN KATE is out there in the world, and that's worth living for.
And so are these beauties:
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It's some sort of respitory bug plus fever and joint pain; it's slowed me all week and floored me the last few days. I've missed two days of work, slept around the clock, and still feel like whale dung: sort of slimy and sinking into unplumbed depth of (sinus) pressure. Because I'm nursing baby Nora there's not much I can take for it. So I'm curled up in bed with work files around me, trying to get caught up a little so that next week doesn't kill me. Which at the moment sounds like a welcome release.
But PLAIN KATE is out there in the world, and that's worth living for.
And so are these beauties:
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