Couchbound Part Deux
Something dark and sinister has been hiding in my lungs. Who knows how long it has been there, hiding out, gaining strength with each night of somewhat interrupted sleep. I had believed myself immune to illness over the last few years. My yoga fuelled body resilient to the ravages of winter's colds and flus.
Oh how cruely have I been disabused of this belief.
What started as a fever at week's beginning has ended as a fever at week's close, bookending a particularly tiring week of work up in Labrador City (look it up on a map) and Sept-Îles.
Now I sit and stew on the couch, unable to eat and sapped of my vital force in the hour leading up to Canada's (hopefully triumphant) final match against those hated Americans.
Woe!
New galleries up in the pictures section (only 2 months late...)