I have a cold. Not a bad cold, not the flu, not pneumonia. Just a cold. Am I accepting it with good grace? No. Not at all. Last week I went to bed for an hour or two after work everyday, and tried to go to bed early too. I had a quiet day Saturday looking after myself, and didn't go out into the cold dark for fireworks. And I am still sick. Blah!
Spent today looking forward to going to bed for the whole evening. And here I am up. Can't sleep, busy mind. Drat. On the upside, I am updating my art journal, so pop over and have a look...