It's quite interesting that all my alpha-type over-achieving friends seem to be sick at the moment. I try to remind myself that correlation isn't causation, but shucks, you gotta wonder, what?

I'm not finding overachieving an issue, just now. Having said that, I did do too much yesterday and today. Now I'm too tired to sleep.

Hubby has also had the fever/chills/not feeling very well. I feel very sorry for him, and try not to be horrendously jealous that he-of-the-working-immune-system, has felt tired, out of sorts and hot for a few days, whereas I of the non-working-immune-system was bedbound for a couple of days, lost 4kg to the fever, and still feeling quite shaky on my pins.

I want a working immune system, I think it would be NEAT.

OTOH... it was clearly not all in my head, which is some comfort. I know it's not, but the nasty voice in my head (installed during childhood) still says that if a doctor doesn't give you a certificate and make you better, then it's not a real illness at all.

It's not all bad. I did look at masks while I was out, as I have been invited to a 40th birthday that is a masquerade cocktail party in a few weeks. Looking at masks is fun, though I feel that most of the eye hole shapes do not suit my face especially well. SO then I had the bright idea of using facepaint to paint a fantabulous mask on. That way I wouldn't have an annoying elastic. Even better, it's NOT fancy dress, it's cocktail frock plus mask. So I can look nice rather than silly.

My adorable nephew spent the whole of last night hanging on my arm, and being glad to see me, except when he complimented my on my trousers, which "felt nice" and then said he thought they were too big, they were very big "pants" and I should lose some weight. Actually, they are quite loose palazzo-style pants, so he is kind-of right. I also add that he doesn't really have any real problem with people being big, because he then invited me to admire his own big tummy.