Stick a fork in me...

...I'm done.

Am definitely on the "bad" side of the health scale. A number of friends have confessed to feeling unwell and have duly apologized for inflicting illness upon me. The gods have decreed sickness. You can't argue with a virus.

I feel like a big ball of arse. And somehow I must dig deep into my little creative well and pull out some kind of brilliance for a deadline tomorrow. My head feels like it weighs three times as much as usual... and keeps wobbling on my neck. (Like Sputnick -- spherical, but quite pointy in parts.)

Fortunately, felt sufficiently well enough to completely stuff my face at dinner yesterday. Soooo good. There's some weird part of me that worships at the altar of good mashed potatoes and gravy. (Not that Crappy Von Crap-o stuff that you get at buffets or shitty restaurants, but the good homemade stuff.)

I have a post that's been building in me recently, but I never seem to have enough time or attention span to seriously address it. It specifically targets the gaining popularity of misogyny. Not sure if this is primarily a North American thing, but am defintitely getting a sense that it's not a good time to be female right now. So much resentment. It's almost thick enough to breathe.

But that is a tale for another time. For now, my focus is needed elsewhere.

This Thanksgiving, I'm so very grateful for extra-soft, extra-strong tissues with lotion. And non-fat iced tazo chai bevvies.