You know, sometimes it feels like yelling into the wind

This weekend has been one of those weekends. So many messages sent, unheeded, unanswered. Did they even arrive?

Or was everyone avoiding my germs as assiduously as I was trying to not share them. Well, other than with poor N, who has the same revolting cough as I.

It’s annoying. We wanted to go running, go to a pig roast. I wanted to go to a stitch and bitch with my friends. Instead, we were quite simply, ill. And it was not fun. I even ended up taking Friday off work ill. Today I’m WFH, and I have no concentration in me at all. Infuriating.

xxx

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