under another sun

Fever broke in the night and, feeling like the worst was over, spent the day sipping water and herbal teas and loafing wanly in bed, not hungry but when when Lorraine brought up some crisps that Sam had bought, the salt tasted delicious. I later had some dry toast and herbal teas. Lorraine now much improved and even went briefly into town to do some shopping for Sam and Pat's birthdays tomorrow. Very and tidy and organised that her dad and her son have the same birthday. Sam being very kind and checking on me when Lorraine wasn't around. I texted Anton hoping he did not have anything -- he said he would see it as an opportunity to lose weight. Mostly though I slept. Being ill is boring. Lorraine taking good care of me.  Began to listen to the audiobook of Lord of the Rings again, beautifully read by Rob Inglis, because if I fall asleep it doesn't matter because I know it all so well anyway. Something nice about listening to travelling through landscapes of the shire, even i...

Lorraine somewhat better today, and taking up an afternoon residency on the gold sofa.  For me the last day of the job Keith and I have been slogging on, and a final presentation last thing in the day. Somewhat weary this afternoon but had time for a cheeky catnap before I had to present. During the meeting the coldness I had been feeling all day, despite wearing two jumpers, turned into shivers.   Free time at last! I went directly to bed to enjoy whole body shivering, then a high fever and vomiting. Lorraine rubbed my back as I spewed, just as I had rubbed hers. Afterwards I gave myself to the simple pleasures of extensive whining and listing the minor symptoms in delirious detail. Lucky Lorraine.

Rainy Sunday Slept like a log, and only got up due to the infernal pestering of the cats. Betty sleeping on the gold sofa. Poor Lorraine very ill today with a winter vomiting bug. Eventually she was able to sip water with ice cubes, then a cup of miso soup. Raining hard all day. But after seeing the reservoir yesterday I say bring it on. I met Matt in The Signalman just up the road to collect a consignment of materials to send out the CD and have a catch up about our things. We did our business quickly as I wanted to get back to Lorraine, and Wayne was cooking for Matt. Felt motivated by seeing the maestro though. Lorraine sleeping or suffering stomach cramps and nausea all day. All watched something called the 'Got to dance' finals, won by people doing that Irish skippety dancing. Found myself curiously absorbed by it. I like dance, and one or two of the street dance crews were exciting. Once this watched, Betty off back to college, and there was nothing to do other than watch...