I’m sitting sideways on my old leather Churchill chair, looking into the kitchen. The lights are on, my son is blowing his wooden train horn while murmuring to my wife across the kitchen as she prepares french toast.
My nose is still congested. I slept fairly well last night. I think. I woke around quarter of 7, but went to bed around 10. More than enough sleep, even if I woke throughout the night. Yesterday I did seem to shake through this stubborn cold Ive been fighting, though it’s still persisting. I did feel better about work yesterday. Maybe thats what happens when you return after 11 days off.
William Dare 