For The While
Friday. So much for having a clue as to how this cold/flu thing is going. Around five yesterday afternoon the chills kicked in and I hunkered down under the covers, the warmth of the bed and the blankets almost, but not quite, keeping me warm. I awoke at ten in the evening, listened to the radio for an hour and then went back to sleep, getting up at six. We are not in control here and yes, we don't have a clue. Best to get these things straight in your head, makes for a more balanced outlook. Or something. We're at the babbling edge again.
Anyway, up without the chills, feeling crappy, but not so crappy as to not have breakfast at the usual place. I went through the papers more quickly than I usually do, but I put that to a lack of focus and feeling not at all well. No lunch today with Mr. G, but he mentions he and his wife will be returning again this year, so we'll hook up then and get around to shooting those photographs. Nothing like shop talk when you know very few people with whom you can talk shop.
Later. I probably shouldn't be writing. I looked at yesterday's post just now and made corrections, but I'm sure not enough, I'm too fuzzy for writing. We're doing better, but better we put this off for the while.
Addendum. It's after six and no sign or hint of the chills. Cross our fingers, we're going to bed early.