Ill With Relief

After a massively eventful week, two nights reading irresistible novels until 1 A.M., and a houseguest who had a bad cold, I am now sick.

At least I am sick in splendid isolation; my flatmate has moved to his next abode. Whew.

Had pasta with a raw clove of garlic in it for dinner, about to drink hot-lemon-and-honey, then collapse.