I’m unwell at the moment. The regular seasons-changing virus type of unwell. Which means I’m home sick trying to contain the delightful symptoms.
For almost a week my body has been battling whatever bug found its way in which meant a subdued weekend was on the cards to accommodate for all the naps.
The sun was out but not painfully sweaty so I met Tasha in my ‘burb to catch up on all things friend-like, as she’s been on holiday and we are co-dependant types for whom Whatsapp is not nearly enough.
I’m convinced being outside in green grass and fresh air is an instant healer. Not a permanent one, sadly. But for part of an afternoon I felt lighter and less grotty for the excursion.
And the nap that followed.
It’s a rubbish time to be sick – no one should have to vomit in 30 degree weather – but I hope someone out there is overdosing on vitamin D so I can live vicariously. Happy Hump Day!