Look at the pretty roses, forget all that work you don’t remember anyway…

There seem to be two shades of sick for me. Sick, but completely aware of all the things I’m missing out on or falling behind in while I’m down for the count. Sick and completely unaware that I previously had any life or any responsibilities.

Guess what kind of sick I was for 8 days? Yep, the last week is a blur of coughing and little else. I did manage to take a purdy picture of some roses from our courtyard, a pleasant distraction from all the work I forgot existed.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

Hellloooooo!

I’m home!  London is lovely, but less than an hour home and I’m beside myself with glee at our beautiful weather.  I have rediscovered my love for spring in Los Angeles.
I’m also a tad sick (no bird flu, I promise!).  I’m about to go veg for the rest of the day, lounging in front of open windows with springtime breezes and roses in the courtyard below.

I’ll start reporting on London tomorrow, also I have some videos to cast out at ya’ll!