…to the Haven’s “House of Plague” or something like that.
I went to a class for my continuing education requirement. It was in Springfield, and I had this fantastic idea that I could ride to the class with one of my compatriots, and then Jim could come down later and we could go out to dinner.
This was all well and good, except for the fact that my ride showed up with an intense respiratory virus. Despite handwashing, and vitamin C popping and echinacea, the virus attacked me and unfortunately the virus got the upper hand.
I have been laid low these last few days, and Jim has been kindly taking care of me in between going to work. Before he left this morning he produced a pot of leek and potato soup which has sustained me well in an easy to digest fashion.
He really is the best, you know.
I’m a lot better, and I have gotten some major work done on the quilt.
I am also rather poorer, since when I don’t work my employer does not pay me sick leave. I must speak to her about this.