Cruising in Cotton
The whole day of adding value at the office (or actually, three offices - today was a busy day) felt slow, cough-y and vaguely distant.
Distant in a strange fashion, like there were an inch-thick insulating layer between the soles of my feet and reality.
Home, the truth emerged, it’s not my thick socks that are to blame for the floating feeling, but a nicely peaking bout of fever.
The cough has not ranked very high on the annoy-o-meter. Yet, at least.
Time to curl up on the sofa, eat a sizable apple-cinnamon muffin, spin a the last episodes of Torchwood’s first season with “play all”, and settle for a boring weekend.
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