Tuesday, in which Mirabel wakes up dead
Or, certainly close enough for government work.
I definitely hab a cod. I'b sneezing and coughing ad all sort of gross grossness. I would roll over in my bed and sleep at least another 8 hours...
...but for the fact that David Boss is in MA today and tomorrow, and I am supposed to meet him at 9:30 in Fitchburg. Glargh. I have that heavy-limbed, floaty feeling you get where it seems as if you can feel every single germ that's swimming through your bloodstream. I've already slept an extra hour and a half this morning To.No.Avail, so I guess it's time to get ready for work. Woo.
I'm thinking about bringing my sewing machine & all the cotehardie stuff to my sister's this weekend--at least as of yesterday, the forecast through Friday was still thunderstorms, so if we're stuck in the house, at least I could get some garb work done.