Hi

I'm back in England and I am getting a cold. I feel like crap and it physically hurts to hold my head up. Oh. And my nose is dripping and I have a sore throat and itchy inner ears.

Time went whizzing by in the US. I'm so sorry I missed some of you. Between weather and emotions it was a pretty stormy trip. I had good quality time with my family, though, and that's what really matters, especially this year.

I'll be back soon with a proper post, but right now I need Lemsip and a nap.

Comments

michaelg said…
Min! You're back! So glad you had a nice holiday and made it back home safely. I was thinking a lot about you and your family navigating the first year without your dad.
I had that nasty cold a few weeks back. It takes about 2 weeks feel yourself. Drink much tea and take it easy.
12:50 pm
Mnmom said…
Same cold. Also missing a Dad. Take care of yourself - lots of tea with honey. I'm hoping for Decorah pics when you return.
6:31 pm
Coaster Punchman said…
Oh no. You got the cold from hell. Hunker down for a long ride. At least you didn't have it while you were on vacation. Miss you!!!
2:37 am
Joe said…
Glad you made it back safe and sound. Get some rest!
3:17 pm
Madame Leiderhosen said…
Oh, Honey.
If it's the cold strain that's been floating around here, M's right: two crappy weeks. Can you get your hand on some chinese medicine? Yin Chao helps.
How about tossing up a link to your amazon wishlist so we can send you novels and other amusements?
5:33 pm
Some Guy said…
Welcome to the club! I think everyone I know is sick or has been sick in the last two weeks. It is a real bitch. Give it hell!
8:18 am
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