Ugh, please don't let me fall sick, please don't let me fall sick

Please don't let me fall sick, please don't let me fall sick, please don't let me fall sick, please don't let me fall sick, please don't let me fall sick. (The two women sitting at my desk fell sick last week, simultaneously, and the technical writer just got back on her feet yesterday, so whatever it is they had, I hope I don't bloody get it.)

I've been feeling lethargic a lot lately. I've been trying to stave it off by going on forty-fifty minute walks, just down Oxford St, then hitting the North Arm on South, and back up South (it's a pretty steep hill from the water!) and home on Oxford. I shold probably stop eating these milk chocolate eggs, since that might be just the sugar crash, and I've been eating an apple and an orange at work so I avoid those dastardly Smarties in the canteen.

But today, I was so darn tired I crashed on the couch and slept for a good half hour, and did that again from 7 - 8pm.

Not a good idea.

So I'm going to bed right now and try to take care of myself.


On a lighter note, I'm working on the designs on the sash for the Agatha Signal Dress and I dispensed with the embroidery in favour of beading. I think I might even be able to finish this dress after all!