Although barely, and with much coughing. The sick of doom got to me. I am slain! I missed all of last week's work, and am struggling still. Mean little virus.
I apparently haven't posted since October. Eheh. Oops?
I was outside, reading, and something landed on my head. I thought, "leaf," and continued undisturbed. Then another thing hit my head, then my arm, then my chest, then two on my feet, then one on the book. It left a smear. It was water.
Rain. Rain?!?
Dear weather, it is June. Nearly July. Please take note. You're scaring me.