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What a total waste of a day it was today. To think that a few days ago I was planning a special French dinner party, celebrating The Retreat; excitedly ticking off everything I needed to prepare. Then, reality set in and I spent the day in bed instead. Stupid cold.
From lovely French food to a bowl of ice cream. That’s all I ate today. I know you’re supposed to starve a fever and feed a cold but I just couldn’t face food at all. Well, except for the aforementioned ice cream which my wife thoughtfully bought for me. And, as we all know, ice cream isn’t really food, it just slips in between everything else and eases the throat.
Anyway, suffice it to say that I spent almost the entire day in bed, half asleep and half complaining about snot and headaches.
During one of my sleep periods, I came up with an excellent idea for a new novel. In my mind, I even managed to write the first page. In my dream, I kept urging myself to write it down. Stupid Dream Gary didn’t do that so I can only assume that it will be forgotten by the morning.
Of course, being sick means my blog post will be very short.
And that, as they say, is that. Zzzzzzz.
