Huh. I only read 44 books in 2013. That feels like failure. And I’m not off to a great start in 2014, either. 51 in 2012. I must make better use of my time. On the other hand, I can’t think of anything I’ve done lately that I’ve regretted spending the time on, so maybe my time is being spent just fine. Stop judging me.
I’m feeling much better, in case you were wondering. Still coughing, but not as much (more at night, like right now, so I kind of wish I didn’t have a throat, which would be weird). Outside of the coughing, I feel mostly normal. Yay. I’m still drinking enormous quantities of water and tea, though. Running to pee every 30 minutes makes it difficult to get anything done at work, but I manage. Good thing my desk is fairly close to the bathroom. I’d hate to have to sprint across the building every time, shoving people out of my way, papers flying – I am not a comic strip. Or a sitcom. I have more dignity than that. (Or so I’d like you to think.)