I've got a nasty cold, the kind of which if I were living in England in 1789, would probably not have quite killed me, but certainly would have secured me Mr. Bingley's favors and affections. (Though probably not those of his sisters.)
I have lost my voice. It's difficult to parent without a voice and it would make me much more hands on, if I had enough energy. But as it is, I am left to ignore phone calls from mortgage brokers offering to help get us into a house that I really like, but really see no way to afford, because I can't say yea, nay, or anything in between!
It's really too bad, then, in my current state, that I plowed through Harry Potter in two days (one of those days included a family reunion that did require some mingling...are you impressed?) and that kept me pretty well non-communicative as well (except for the occassional uttered name ... I plan to make a list of names I said with exclamation points in the order they came and those of you who have read the book can probably figure out what part of the book I'm refering to...). Meaning, I could use a good Harry Potter book to help keep me down and resting. But I'll figure something out.