best laid plans number one

Talk about going awry. Well, that's what keeps me humble.  All my lovely resolves and resolutions wiped out by a bug.  And what a bug I am.

I kept thinking of great writers and people of great resolve who managed to keep producing in sit of physical ailments.  Cole Porter in spite of great pain (and morphine) wrote his masterpiece "Kiss Me, Kate" after his legs were destroyed and he was on pain-killers.  

And that's when I seem to have disappeared only it surfaced again.  I guess I should go back to bed. 

what a way to begin a year

Sick.  I haven't been sick for a  year and a half, and then it was a cold made miserable because I had to fly a lot and that's hard on the ears. But this is full-blown. My body feels as if I've been beaten all over with rubber hammers: no bruises, just pain. 

The good news is that I didn't lose much at my spa.  All my treatments were done. I was packing and then I was going to have a steam and lunch and leave. It began as I finished packing. No lunch. I crawled home (lucky I wasn't driving), by train, took a cab home and made it to bed by 5 p.m. where I spent the next 14 hours. I'm still in bed, but blogging.

And that's all for today. Again I wish you a happy healthy new year.