If it's not one thing...

Urg, if it's not one thing, it's another. Recently I've been at school in New York a lot. And when I'm home from school, I seem to have an uncanny knack at putting myself out of circulation with one thing or another.

Two weeks ago this morning, I slipped on ice near the back door and fell down the porch steps into the icy grass. I whumped myself a good one - not breaking a bone, but managing to cover most of one side of my ass with a large black bruise. It's still painful, although the outer bruising has gone.

This week I seem to have a stomach bug. Not throwing up, I'm grateful to report, but spending a lot of time in the bathroom all the same. When not in the bathroom, just feeling queasy and wishing I could eat something.

I held one sugar blues talk, and am holding a second this wednesday coming. I hope to hell I'm feeling better come the weekend, because I need to write up notes on what to say. I don't feel up to it at the present time.

However, I wanted to post something, because I've been so absent lately.