“If you must have motivation, think of Friday.”
-Noel Coward

Was disgustingly ill yesterday with everything from full body muscle cramps, to migraines, to nausea.  I made it half and hour at work before rather inelegantly losing my breakfast and deciding the only rational place to be was in bed, I only managed to get up when J. brought painkillers sometime in the afternoon.

Today, thankfully, the plague seems to have passed, but I’m perplexed my a question of arithmetic.  When I was in England and gone for over a week I returned to a horrid pile of work on my desk, that I managed to get through (surprisingly) before lunch.  Riddle me this!  I took yesterday off sick, and have barely managed to scratch the surface of my projects today.  Does not compute!

On a happier note, I have a subvertive plan for fun with Venice this weekend, will enjoy restocking my “Read These First” bookshelf from Barnes and Noble and the public library, and fully plan on spending as much time on Sunday as possible horizontal and comatose!