Grateful

I'm pretty crap at gratitude. Mostly, I think, because I'm pretty crap at receiving stuff. I'm great at giving it (ladies, you can draw your own conclusions) but I hate asking for help, and getting it makes me feel like a failure for needing it. This can be problematic in a lot of ways. 

But I want to say hear and now how grateful I am that Kay and James are letting me stay in their place in Edinburgh. For the first time in three weeks, I can say not that I'm feeling pretty much ok, but that I'm starting to feel better. And a lot of that, though not all, is because I know where I'll be laying my head for the next couple of weeks. That feels very good. I hadn't realised how much the stress of moving from place to place was getting to me.

So thank you Kay, and thank you James. I appreciate it. 

(Now maybe I should tell them).

f4f3 Is Unwell

Just a cold, which I'm finally giving into. I'd put my sneezing down to allergies, the aches down to the gym yesterday, and my tummy down to the Chinese I had last night, but it wasn't until the fever broke around 5 this morning that I realised that what I'd been dosing with flu drugs all weekend was probably actually a cold. 

Woke up at 7 feeling a lot better, but resolved not to take this into work with me, a resolution shored up when I got up to move the car, and got back to bed wheezing and sneezing. So 24 hours or so of bed-rest for me, I think, and I should be right as rain tomorrow. Hey-ho, and such is the price of not being a disembodied energy being. Yet.