I know, I know. I should suck it up and write.
But I’m so ACHY. And whiny.
Fever still up, coughing on the scene, and chills like you would not believe (even in fleece pants, with the fireplace UP.)
I can’t. blog. coherently.
But it’s coming, I promise.
Fever is now down to 101 F. Not bad.
Don’t want to write a post about something special when my nose is running down my face, though.
Love to all. Back soon.
I am too tired to write anything coherent.
And much sicker than I was when I left.
Both of things combine into a DON’T BLOG flashing red sign.
So I won’t.
I will share these point form items:
Got home safely
Feel like crud
Love my fireplace
Love my washing machine
Vancouver colder than it was when I left, which cab driver blamed on me
Wanted takeout, was too indecisive
Wifi should be more widely available
Home? GOOD!
I’ll write a proper post and put up more pictures and videos tomorrow. For now, I shall go die.