With lips red raw and cracked, I hauled myself out of bed just after the alarm sounded at 5:15am. I dragged myself to the Bathroom, and even before I switched the light on I could see the equally red eyes peering back at me. I really should have left the light off. Beneath my eyes were a couple of bags that would have helped with an average-sized family’s shopping for a month. Above my eyes, my hair was slicked in places it had no right being slicked in. With aching, heavy arms, I ruffled my hair before running the bath. The ruffling made no difference whatsoever apart from highlighting just how achy and heavy my arms were.
I lowered myself into a nice, comfortable, warm bath, and noticed my backache, which made the bath less comfortable. And then the warmth brought out a hot sweat.
Eventually, my bath was complete. My temperature was back to normal, and I could finish my ablutions with relative ease. I say ablutions, but after all was complete I looked no better than when I first started. Sigh.
And sighing makes me cough at present as well.
Can’t win.
Having another early night tonight, slightly later than last night’s early night, but still early all the same. I feeling loads better than I did yesterday, albeit marginally, but I’m still barking like a toad with a chainsaw rammed in its throat.
I hope to be able to catch up with all blogging aspects tomorrow.
(No toads were harmed in the making of this post, although it’s very possible a throat was.)
The Mansionic Perspective 
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