While not catching anything amidst swirling masses of strep throat and bronchitis sufferers, I haven't been really well this week. Between the allergies, the migraine and the subsequent migraine meds digestive system backlash, I feel a bit like one of those invalid women in the Jane Austen novels (Anne Elliot's sister, Mrs. Bertram, what was really wrong with them?) So I'm trying to bring myself at least to a 90% level of well.
It's autumn; everyone that knows me or has read this blog knows that this is MY time of year. I really need to step up and take advantage of this season. I have started getting culinary again and plan to do some form of baking this weekend. I've worn velvet recently, and broke out the boots. It could be worse.
So I'm hoping to be pleasantly well by next week. My tea senses are telling me to begin my former regimen of healing herbal infusions in the evening. Mmm...chamomile! Actually, chamomile lavender.