I’m still feeling crummy. Crummier, in fact. Skipped ISY, because I’m ahead on that, and am plowing through HAWKSPAR, getting as much done as I can before I fall over.
I hate being sick. I am a lousy patient. I’ve been fighting this with zinc and vitamin C, and lots of fluids, and healthy food. I’m probably feeling better that I would have been otherwise, but better is not good.
I am, however, enjoying the constant parade of butterflies outside my window, and the fact that at the moment, there are no sounds outside at all but wind and insects and birds. It’s incredibly quiet here.