Bleh
I've got an absolutely horrible cold. So bad that I just can't work, which really is very rare for me. I also lost my voice over teh weekend and it still sounds very funny and hurts if I talk to muhc. This would of course always be a problem for me, since I am a very talkative person, but now it is doubly so since I am to give one public speech (1,5 hours on 16th century clothing and changing perceptions of sex and gender) on Thursday and another on Saturday at the LGBTQ-festival (on the realtionship between clothing, masculinity and femininity from the Middle Ages to the 19th century.)
Today I've stayed home to try to recover, but tomorrow I first have a meeting with one of my daughter's psychologist, peopel from eher school etc and then a seminar where I will try and sell in an idea for an article to my colleagues. It's jus tthat I'm too ill to check out the stuff I needed to really show brilliant an idea it is.
What I do is to lie down and re-read the books in Susan Cooper's The Dark is rising series, cough an awful lot and in between try to cut out the pieces for a dress that I am going to sew to my best friend Inger as a birthday present. We went to buy the fabric this Saturdya, it's orange with a flower pattern that is sheer.
Today I've stayed home to try to recover, but tomorrow I first have a meeting with one of my daughter's psychologist, peopel from eher school etc and then a seminar where I will try and sell in an idea for an article to my colleagues. It's jus tthat I'm too ill to check out the stuff I needed to really show brilliant an idea it is.
What I do is to lie down and re-read the books in Susan Cooper's The Dark is rising series, cough an awful lot and in between try to cut out the pieces for a dress that I am going to sew to my best friend Inger as a birthday present. We went to buy the fabric this Saturdya, it's orange with a flower pattern that is sheer.