The Stories of our Lives

The flu! It caught me like a tennis racket going for the ball. Frank’s infected too, I’m sure. Now my ears are ringing, my temperature’s rising and my nose won’t stop dripping. Plus, my throat’s raw, which is how it all started.

To make it all better, I had almost no incoming mail today at work – which only makes me dread retaliation soon enough – and I’ll meet our new director tomorrow with a red nose. Good thing it’ll be friday. I like fridays.

Oh, and then comes saturday! Saturday is when I drive to Montréal to wish happy birthday to my little sister, with festivities that might include (but not be restricted to) a viewing of the new Harry Potter movie, and a visit to the Salon du livre de Montréal. There’s also one or two other things that might happen this weekend, but all those are unhatched plans and news, so they’ll have to be saved for later.

Meanwhile, happy birthday, Karine!