I've been struck down. The very finger of God has reached down my throat, tweaked both my tonsils and left me squeaking around the house in a very small way.
I blame my little twin sisters.
Last night they pleaded and connived their way into bed with me, both of them being sick, both of them transferring their bacterium onto me. So I guess I got twice the kick in the pants.
So here I sit,
Head in hands-
needing to land.
yet remarkably bland.
Well-wishes always perk me up.