I got wicked sick on Monday, the day after Valentine's. I was doing well until I got on the underground from Middlesex. I got to the British Library and... well, it wasn't good. I managed to get on the train, but that was not a pleasant experience. Thankfully, I got in on the carriage with the toilet and made good use of it through the trip.
The rest of the week has followed from that. I feel miserable. The kids are feeling miserable. Yoko feels miserable. I can't ride my bicycle. It's raining. Ugh.
I think I need to shake this week off. I made reservations for the trip to Paris in March. That should help make life a bit more livable.