Happy New Years
Or it would be if I weren't so sick. I've been in bed for four days now, and thinking has been impossible. I stare blankly at things and miss the completely obvious, like being in check, and that the letters s-t-o-p spell the word stop.
This led to a particularly humiliating night at club last week, before I quite realized I was coming ill. There was a new guy there, and we played a few games, and I kept making completely dunderheaded moves, like missing that I was in check, and trying to make illegal moves. I couldn't figure out why it felt like I was trying to think through cotton batting, until my husband picked me up. He gave me a hug and kiss, then frowned and felt my forehead and said, "You're burning up."
At least the holidays are over.