Woke up this morning feeling frightful. I’ve been moderately ill for a couple days, but this morning there was no more denying it: I am about to die. It’s official.
“I’ll do anything, just make it stop!”
Sore achy body? Check.
Dull, glassy eyes? Most definitely.
Low grade fever? Check.
Meh.
In other news, I have been using loose leaf tea rather than bags. I am not happy with this. It’s too much work faffing around with strainers and tea balls and murky tea leaf dust in the bottom of the pot. And while I am on the subject of tea, I must tell you all that I have purchased the most wonderful teas (on sale!) during a moment of weakness the other day. Have a gander:
Pomegranate Green Tea.
That’s what I’m talking about!
I have been practising the piano, oh, a lot. It actually feels great to be practising again after ABOUT TWELVE YEARS. I’m being careful, though, not to wreck my fingers by going on a practise binge, playing three hours a day after years of inactivity. I’m limiting myself to one hour per day. Most reasonable.

Right. Let me see, what else can I tell you?
My kids have begun their own onslaught of adoption fundraising — entirely of their own volition, I’ll have you know, and despite my repeated reassurances that they don’t need to worry their pretty little heads about fundraising. No, they think it’s great fun, and they’ve started with a bang:
Curbside hot chocolate stands are the new black!
Hot chocolate: 50 cents.
With marshmallows: 65 cents.
They have actually made over $16.
I had no idea there were still people in the world
(like this friendly garbage man)
who would stop to buy hot chocolate from
a bunch of grubby kids,
and stand there drinking it while the kids look on.
My faith in humankind is renewed.
That’s all I can think of, my pain-wracked mind is aching fit to burst.
Over and out.










