I'm taking the day off work today, because for the first time this year I am feeling decidedly below par, with a scratchy throat and (I think) a low fever. I'm hot and cold and shivery. I don't know whether to blame the fact I was definitely eating sub-optimally over the last few days - as usual, nothing bad, just not enough good stuff - because I was busy and with P and my mother, or whether stress is just knocking me for six and forcing me to slow down.
Either way, I am taking it easy today, and self-medicating with lemon juice and manuka honey, and lots of garlic in my salad. I thought my appetite had gone but I just managed to put away a ton of lettuce and salad veggies, and some cottage cheese with LLBY, so I guess not. I have the ultimate comfort food (butternut squash!) baking in the oven, and I'm probably going to spend the rest of the day feeling slightly sorry for myself in bed with a few books.