I’m at home, for my one day off in nine. I’m having an unofficial pajama day — it wasn’t planned like this, but now my main goal for today is DOING NOTHING I don’t want to do. Except for laundry. I’m out of uniforms, and I’ve got a long week ahead of me.
I’m still under the weather — this has been the flu that keeps on giving. The latest gift it’s brought is a really sore throat, which should be illegal for someone who’s had two tonsillectomies in six years. (I bet most people never have the opportunity or desire to pluralize tonsillectomy.)
I dreamed last night we added two giraffes to our menagerie. They were sweet and loving, and folded themselves up onto our sofas like greyhounds.
Lala’s off cycling — 70 miles today, from Concord to Sunol and back. I can’t even imagine. My butt would fall right off, I’m sure of it. So now I’m NOT going to do anything physical — I’m going to pry myself off the computer and go knit in front of the television. A peaceful day.
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