So, the nasal tickle I woke up with yesterday appears to have developed into a full-blown cold, complete with cotton-stuffed head and (as far as I can tell without a thermometer) slight temperature.
Bah. Well, it's not as though I shouldn't have expected this: I did abuse myself sufficiently last week that I might expect lowered immune response.
(When will summer come? I'm sick of being too warm to wear a jacket and too chill to go about in t-shirts only.)
So I guess, now that I've been virtupus and done the work I said I'd do today, I'll take my book - or perhaps a DVD - light the fire, and curl up with my tissues and bottles of water.
Right. Let's do that, then.
Bah. Well, it's not as though I shouldn't have expected this: I did abuse myself sufficiently last week that I might expect lowered immune response.
(When will summer come? I'm sick of being too warm to wear a jacket and too chill to go about in t-shirts only.)
So I guess, now that I've been virtupus and done the work I said I'd do today, I'll take my book - or perhaps a DVD - light the fire, and curl up with my tissues and bottles of water.
Right. Let's do that, then.