Today finds me off work, sick as a dog. My little son, carrier of toddler-bugs a-plenty, and yesterday’s Olympic vomiting champion, is all recovered today and has merrily gone off to nursery.
Why do you care? Well, you don’t of course, except I’m just popping in on a rare moment outside of the bathroom to let you know I’ve almost finished Zenn Scarlett and am soon to be starting on Lament. Because today the bathroom is doubling up as my reading room.
Might as well get comfy in there. I cannot remember the last time I had more than thirty minutes or so to myself. It’s almost worth the stomach pains.