Murky

Journey home from work at 7.15 tonight. Through mist and fog. Idiots everywhere.
Swung past the supermarket to stock up on fruit, salad and yoghurt (pointedly ignored the aisle with the sweeties on. Go me!)

Sat down to my tea about 8.15.

James is poorly in bed. Came home from college and climbed straight into bed. Came down briefly to see me when I got back in. I have tried to push past how utterly vile I felt today. Too much to do. No time for being ill! If my throats carries on as it seems to be progressing, I won't be talking much this week. My colleagues will be VERY happy about that!

Anyway. To sleep, perchance to dream!