There's that Borean bravado again. Normally I would embrace these temps in that spirit, but this never-ending viral syndrome has taken away my strut. I'm sheepish and meek and fearful of doing anything to prolong it further. Not to mention I lost my toe calluses. What a disgrace.-30C windchill? Downright balmy if you ask somebody from Winterpeg.
How did you figure out how to write a reply without screwing up the quotation? Where's the red ink?I wish I could have magical powers and make all your ills go away for good.
Hang in there!
Yeah, thanks, I just need to sleep, and have been wanting to nap all day, but I got so much reading to do it's scary, and I'm actually getting a lot of writing done despite feeling continually draggy, so I can't complain too much. Beats cancer.
I'm a time-traveler.Edit
What just happened? the quoted post doesn't look like the ane I quoted from, what's going on?