So, apparently I’m getting sick. No not the actual things wrong with me type sick. I’m getting the thing that has been hanging about in my office. A week ago it arrived, making it’s presence known with a polite cough. As it settled in, it brought it’s cousins, chesty cough, hacking cough and wretching cough. Then the other side of the clan arrived - sneezy nose, running nose and bunged up nose.
The beautiful people in the office are starting to look a lot like slimy zombies… but, you know, still gorgeous. Obviously.
I cannot cannot cannot get sick. I already (as you well know by now) feel like crap anyway and have to get the Scout nonsense sorted by Tuesday, which is less easy than usual when I can’t concentrate on anything. I have been drinking lots of that Lucozade Alert stuff which helps for about 10 seconds but then makes me belch like Barney.
But I am taking some time off tomorrow to wander over to the Apple Store in Manchester to pick up cables so I don’t have to transfer anything to a PC and watch as everything crashes and burns (like last year). I am doing it all on Keynote and so far everything is okay. Not great. Just okay.
I have just finished my ‘To Do To Finish’ list and it’s running at 70 items. On Sunday afternoon, I’ll run it for the first time and then do my ‘Fix List’ which is when I will have a breakdown of sorts. I am a closet perfectionist. the worst kind. the kind that has no idea how ot make things better but knows that they should be. The kind that drives themselves insane.
Hence the reason I need my wits about me.
Which is why I could really do without this bunged up nose and menstrual cramps from hell.