I coughed so much last night that I kept myself awake until 2 in the morning, which meant my 6:30 call with Europe was excruciating. I went back to bed after taking the girls to school and could have slept all week, but instead I got up and battled on, which I don’t think was the right choice. Pushing to go hard means going slower on recovery.
Still, it was a sunny, clear day in Seattle, and I spent my lunchtime on my balcony with Frogmorton, drinking soup. He didn’t have any, but then cats aren’t renowned for liking soup. Meanwhile our builders fitted a heated towel rail in our bathroom, the height of luxury. I just need to figure out how to turn it on, and I’ll be made up.
And now back to coughing…