and the week goes on

sick
yuck
I spent yesterday at home, in bed, being useless. Lots of napping and drinking tea. Today I'm at work but I'm not all that happy about it.

I even know where I got sick. It was at the summit of Mt. Lincoln in the White Mountains, up in northern New Hampshire. Or maybe it was one of the two other mountains we summitted on Sunday. All three of them were above the tree line and all of them were bitter cold on top. You'd get all soaked and sweating climbing the steep bastards then freeze while you admired the view.

Not that I'm bitter or anything. Or even really making sense. Time to go home.