I don't know how this started, but Brian and I call each other "sick socks" when we're not feeling well. Today, I am a very sick sock. I was fine last night, and then I woke up with a head full of cotton and I get out of breath if I walk up a flight of stairs. I've slept pretty much all day. I just hope this goes away before tomorrow night, when I leave for my yoga retreat. I'll be sure to drink lots of juice and "chicken" soup (ie vegetarian chicken soup). This has also but a crimp in my revising schedule, but I am pretty happy with the story, so even if I don't get to revise it anymore, I think it will be fine. Back to bed.
