Today I am sick, with aches and intense sinus pressure and a very sore throat.
We had a whirlwind weekend, in Toronto, celebrating an aunt's 80th birthday, with probably near 80 family members, family friends. It made me proud to bring J-F more fully into the family fold, meeting cousins he'd never met. It made me proud that Helena was bright-eyed and sweet as ever, and that my mother could show her off before the clan.
Helena was a bit overwhelmed. "They love me so much. And everybody wants to give me presents!"
I slept most of the drive home yesterday. All I wanted was a Neo Citran and a blanket.
It didn't take much convincing this morning — J-F told my I should stay home today, and I said OK. Today, I'm a little bit glad to be a little bit sick, that I could nap and read and nap some more, and finish The Museum of Innocence (which is absolutely exquisite and highly recommended), that I could hang out with my cat.