This last triggered a conversation between us two sick folks: R detests Arabic music while he eats a souflaki. I enjoy the Indian music in a grocery store we go to and the Greek music is nice in the Greek restaurant. Flickering lights drive my brain totally berserk in minutes, if not seconds. So I would have had to turn around and leave that restaurant. Nobody wants to be around when my brain is being attacked! Including me. OR esp me!

I had to message my writers' group friends this morning that I cannot get there tonight. Sent them links to material on the subjunctive mood and a poem by AA Milne about Christopher Robin and his sneezles and wheezles, one of my life-long favourites.

Then I went back to bed but determined I felt worse there so here I am. We had nice salads for lunch. R is reading a terrific book called Rapt by Winifred Gallagher. "a really good writer". My brain is not up to reading that good a book though I was delighted when I found it at the library. I shall soon give up on internet and go back to my latest novel.

That will be it for today.