Today has been very strange. I called in sick and slept for half of it, then spent the other half at the hospital being poked, prodded, used as a textbook example for medical students and wishing one of the, otherwise very nice, kind and clever doctor types a little bit of a manner adjustment. I will say something next time, maybe ... if I'm feeling brave enough.

I did make it back with a heap of new medicine (currently decorating my desk in a very pretty pyramid shape) and, if with no real assurances of success (or reassurance and encouragement of any kind at all, damnit ¬.¬), in one piece. The unexpected snow this morning had melted, so I was able to hobble home as best I could, and am now having a quiet evening with Ezekiel while we cook things with rice (or she cooks, I plonk dishes and kind of assist), wait for the tendrils of checkdisk and vista sp1 to give us back her computer and I discover a new rule to live by for domestic harmony ...

... do not make up little songs about the Donkey of John Belushi and animal buttes while doing the dishes if someone who picks up earworms easily is listening. that is all .

I have also had a very exciting offer from someone I am dearly fond of to go and see the new van Gogh exhibit the next time I am in London, and the prospect of another friend visiting on Saturday ... two things which I look forward to as soon as mister the plague departs.