Not dead... yet.

Well, whatever was kissing me over the weekend and knocking me nigh-flat on my back most of yesterday afternoon is back. Ick. I was hoping it was just, you know, a 24-hour thing when I woke up this morning feeling relatively normal (well, normal with a 97.6 temperature, but that was better than the 99.2 I had last night, and my /normal/ body temperature is 98.5, so no, it's not just me, I really am cold-blooded, y'lutzes). At least it held off until four in the afternoon so I got a day of work in and approval for the time off to go to England for Christmas.

So I'm going to go lie down now that I've informed the world way more than they really wanted to know about my health.

Of grains and planes

Oatmeal for dinner. Yummy with cinnamon and allspice and ginger and cream and brown sugar. And also easy on the stomach, which was not happy with me but really really wanted something to eat.

Tickets are booked for England. Yay! Now to see if there's one touristy-type thing that I really want to shoehorn in. Because, y'know, family. Friends. Touristing is a distinct third. (Wonderful Husband getting "REAL fish and chips," however, is not.)