His Chaos Walking series is very different. Maybe something closer to The Giver. But it’s been a long time since I read either series.

I love his books too! It’s an excellent choice.

The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot by Marianne Cronin

Oh, if you want a book guaranteed to have you in tears, I have a recommendation. It’s one of my favourites.

It was excellent. I read all his books. They all hit you in the feels.

*checks the calendar*
*judges hard*

Still a bit tired. And snotty. But so much better than a week ago. It was my first encounter. I’ve been so chuffed with having avoided it. But when I woke up that Saturday morning I knew it could only be one thing.

Oh and we call our paracetamol Panado. Very boring.

Not much better. I just want to go back to bed. I did manage to breathe while sleeping last night, but also had some nasty dreams and woke up with everything drenched.

Yeah, my body would jump on any excuse to make my life miserable.

No idea what this is. I’ll take your word for it.

Except that the change in barometric pressure often triggers a migraine for me.

Garnished with…?
I mean, I’m not a fan of things floating around in my drink. Exceptions are ice, or three olives with an ice cold, dry gin martini.

Pretty much only have gin. Oh, and some tequila. But we all know how that usually ends. And the vermouth in the fridge next to my glass water bottles. The number of times I had to double check that I had the right bottle to dissolve a fizzy vitamin C tablet.

Gonna try for an early night. Hopefully that helps.

Not much around here to erm…

Anyway, how about these thunderstorms?

Okay, so for this account I have one rule. NO talk about my hip or my alt. Or is that two rules?
Still no smarter, obviously.

These are not the kind of balls I…
Wait. What?
I thought I was better on Thursday. Then dead tired on Friday. Weird sleep yesterday.
And today I’m all snotty and cold again. The cough that threatened seem to have gone away. Sore throat not so much. Something something sucking.
Sorry.
Not really.

I think you mean Ahemrnshriftenmannerslichten.

Also an indication that I’ll be waking in soaked sheets several times tonight. I best clear my bed so I can skootch over to a dry spot and not freeze bits off.

Is this my “complain about having COVID in 2025” account?
For now, yes. I’m so cold! And there’s cake in the fridge and I don’t even care.

I am very annoyed that this stupid sickness refuses to stick to my timeline. I can’t afford to take more time off. But I apparently can also not breathe if I’m not upright. Which is not the ideal position for sleep.

At first I'm shy... then boom - I'm a whole podcast with no mute button.

PSA

the hottest girl you know reads books, wears glasses, drinks coffee and cusses like a sailor.

If being tipsy on tequila is wrong, I don’t want to be right*.

*posted while tipsy on tequila.
#wrongun.

Pure happiness…. 🐶🥰
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