Sick and tired

The sunflower caught my eye. When did this happen? All of a sudden, it seemed.

A self-portrait. Where did this sore throat and headache and fever come from? All of a sudden, it seemed. My IQ points were evaporating, I couldn't focus. I felt like this sunflower looks. To bed!

The next morning, some improvement, but the battle continues.
Poor sunflower.

It's really fall out there. Chilly mornings, lashings of rain. A nice time to snuggle under the covers watching Nancy Mitford's "Love In a Cold Climate." Guilt-free if you're sick.