bleargh

I think it's fair to say that my decision to go in to work this morning was not an example of my finely-tuned survival skills work.* I feel absolutely miserable now. Time for more soup and more cold medicine, and possibly taking to my bed.

Bleargh.

*I feel some satisfaction for having dragged myself in, if only because I went to a committee meeting which was so poorly-attended that if any of us had failed to show, we wouldn't have had a quorum. But the warm glow of righteousness is not helping my dripping nose.