( Chinese Poem )

I'm sick again and very frustrated. I knew I wasn't 100 percent recovering -- I'm still coughing a bit -- but I was almost better and almost had my energy back and now my throat is in pain and I'm coughing for no apparent reason (my chest is clear, my sinuses are clear) and I feel completely exhausted and depressed. We had a quiet morning in Hanover -- pancake breakfast, Civil War Stratego (the South won), and then I took a nap while the kids were playing with their grandparents because I couldn't keep my head up. At least it was nearly 70 degrees and I have proof that spring is coming:


( The Return of Maximus )

Had soup for dinner because what else am I gonna have when I can barely swallow, watched The History Channel's program on Star Wars tech and then Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles which I had trouble following -- this is probably because I'm sick rather than because the episode didn't make sense, but I had trouble reconciling the timeline with things that happened previously. Now watching BBC World News because the local news naturally can't be bothered with Kosovo or Pakistan or Kenya, being much too excited about teen deaths during a drag race.