Sniff

I don't think it's really fair that I had the flu on Tuesday

(so I didn't get out of bed all day) 

and on Wednesday I felt crummy 

(but still got out to see a movie!)

and last night I went to bed and felt nauseous for several hours, then slept fitfully

and woke up with an ass-kicker of a cold.

Um, I'm on vacation? 

Oh the injustice.

Good thing I'm throwing myself this pity party.

On the upside,

we went to see 

 on Wednesday afternoon

and it was completely entertaining 

(which was exactly what I needed).

And today, even though I felt like garbage on the first day of the new year,

I hauled my butt out of bed so we could go to an auction. 

I'm glad I did.

I'll post pics tomorrow!

But now I have to go brew some neo-citron.

down for the count

I know I've been MIA.
It's been a busy but fun holiday until yesterday - when I was struck down with the flu.
I always get angry and resentful when I'm sick -like I can't believe it dares to besiege me with it's germy ways
but there is not much I can do.
I did, however, read a good book yesterday. I read the entire thing so it must have been good.

The House at Riverton by Kate Morton

While I was slightly disappointed that I guessed what was going to happen

I did thoroughly enjoy the story and think she's a very good writer.

I also recently finished The Distant Hours by the same author and quite enjoyed it as well.

And, in keeping with the theme (and since I bought all three) I'm going to now start on her second book

The Forgotten Garden.

and hopefully, I"ll be on the mend by tomorrow.

I already feel better today than I did yesterday

but I'm so bored and desperate to get out and enjoy the final few days of my vacation that I have to remind myself not to push it.

And to not get so angry when I get sick.

It's kind of irrational, after all.