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was going to head out to the condo last night, was definitely the plan, but I got home, got stuff together, and then figured I had a little time to read. This is when my body demanded sleep. I took the hint, I've been around a bunch of ill people this week and have no desire to fall sick myself. I called up and said I couldn't come :( and slept A LOT. The night was filled with endless dreams; some good and some odd; the best one was probably of england.

I feel much clearer today. There's a bunch of stuff I could do today, but I want to be well for next weekend for Birka and when I should have people ('folke) staying with me, so I think I'm going to take it easy.