... keeps me in bed all day. It's a real pain in the arse to be required to stay in bed against one's wishes but because you have to. There's not much a quad like me can do so I read a few pages of Trader, read some pages of Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness, didn't read any pages of Coraline; ate two plums, a few grapes and a white peach; slept more than I ought to have slept; spilled tea on the books after Spike got home. Missed my poetry group. Damn swollen leg.
But there was one "wow!" So it was not an entirely wasted day.
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