It looks peaceful around here, but that is only because we have been horribly ill with norovirus and have no strength left to move.

Miss L got it first, and then handed it off to me.

I thought January had reached its nadir until I found myself sitting in my car on 8 Mile, sweating and with black spots floating across my vision, throwing my laptop and work heels out of my tote bag so I COULD VOMIT IN IT.

I’m hoping my next post is more optimistic and upbeat but until then I will be sprawled in a crumpled heap of nauseous, headachey misery wishing desperately for February.