Thunderbug

A virus thing has had me sleeping most of the day, which is irritating but no matter. The joy of being self-employed is that I can juggle work around and nobody will be any the worse off.

I managed to get out to buy and post Charlie's birthday card, though. The boys being away on their birthdays seems worse than Christmas somehow. Daft.

Tomorrow is ALWAYS better. I know that's not being very present, but sometimes that's just the way it is.