Throwing myself a Pity Party

I think the autumn storms and – even more so – all the coughing and sneezing people I daily encounter on the train have helped to transform me into a suitable host for some malignant microbes. I’m ill at home… Preventive measures on Wednesday and Thursday apparently did not help. Today, after a night of bizarre dreams while tucked away underneath three comforters, I was up for two hours, the time my body needed to decide it could do with four more hours of sleep. And now that I have established that I have no nice email today, my cranberry juice and I are off to bed again. For some more sleep, I guess…