How did it get to be Wednesday morning? When we left off, I was sitting in a cafe at Adelaide International Airport listening to Beth Orton’s Central Reservation, drinking pretty rotten coffee, and waiting for QF545 to take me home again.  The flight was uneventful, if not overly pleasant.  The empty seat I’d angled for disappeared, as they do, and I found myself limited to the space I’d actually paid for, which was adequate but not wonderful.

I arrived home safe, to warm and wonderful welcomes, but dragging the darn sinus infection I had in Adelaide home with me.  I sniffled, coughed, popped my ears all the time, and eventually stumbled off to bed.  Tuesday I didn’t get out the front door of the house. I’d thought I might catch up on some low level work, but other than VPNing to the day job and making sure some things didn’t fall to bits (they wouldn’t have, but I feel responsible), I didn’t get anything done.  I meant to read, but didn’t. Meant to work on contracts and line edits, but didn’t. I did buy a couple more stories, but that  was just sending two simple emails to say ‘Yay’ to Pat and Gord.  Gossiped a little with GJ and Bill, and then a walk with Sophie, and that was it.

And here we are, looking at today.  The girls are at school, Marianne will be in and out doing shopping and getting ready for Jessica’s 9th birthday, and I’m slowly feeling better.  I’ll definitely be back in the office today, so I’m going to try to get one or two things done, but we shall see.

Given my lapses with the blog (and we won’t mention those short story reviews, shall we?), I wouldn’t be surprised if no-one’s reading this at all, but I don’t have that much else to report that isn’t business-like.  I should call Oakland (I’ve been missing talking to CHARLES), and some other stuff.  More, I suspect, later in the morning…