I seem to have caught the Lesley Disease – that is, random stomach upsets for no apparent reason. This has thrown a bit of a crimp in my style, as I planned to scrub the bathroom top to bottom, vacuum, possibly walk to Price Chopper for some supplies, and have a delicious lunch of egg-salad sandwitch waiting for my dear husband when he returns from his exam on top of beginning to study for my Major British Writers II final.

Instead, I have been getting intimate with the toilet I meant to clean. I can assure you: it needs cleaning. Now please excuse me while I curl up in bed and moan.

– KF –