Woke up this morning feelin' the feelings one gets from being run over by a rather large vehicle. I got up and found Paule and said "Hey Paule?" and she was braiding Emily's hair and not looking at me and said, "Good morning, how are you?" and then she looked up at me and said, "Oh! You are sick. You look terrible." I was really relieved when she told me to go back to bed and then brought me some tea. I was slightly worried that there would be some sort of "Arrr, when we yorkshire people get sick we take a cold shower and a shot o' brandy and get ta work!"
So now I'm laying in bed, as I have been all day. Slept for a while, read some Steinbeck. I'm pissed that today is the day my body chose to be ill--on the farm today they're rounding up all the sheep and checking their feet for foot rot. I really wanted to do that. :(