sickies

Sick days are nice. Granted, I woke up at the normal hour to let el jefe know and did the morning news run, it still beats trying to work whlie your body is fluttering between chills and sweats. Instead, I lay in bed, reading 'Icarus Girl', had a leisurely late breakfast of spiced chai, honey-buttered toast, and an array of spanish embutidos, and then returned to the chair in normal reading position - horizontal, neck on one arm rest, legs dangling over the other - and finished the novel. The thought of updating the blog and finishing a work report cross my mind but really, I just want to dive into the next novel.