Modern Living

Oh my giddy aunt.

That was definitely one of the worst 24 hours of my life.

Explosion followed explosion followed explosion.  There were times when I quite literally didn't know which way to turn.  And all the while my bones & muscles burned with a hellish fever.  I became something non-human, I became a clench of unhappiness.

It is now 12 hours since my last bathroom sprint.  I am exhausted.

I didn't get to say goodbye to our visitors and that makes me quite sad.  But better that I spend the time alone and not infect anyone.

I could quite easily go back to bed.