It was bound to happen

You haven't heard much from me in the past few days. Probably
wondering if I fell into the Seine or something.

Nope, been shopping, hanging out with friends, learning to knit,
exploring.

But today, nope. It's mid-afternoon and I'm still in my jammies.

My elementary school teacher super immunity to germs has failed me--
the new "french germs" have won.

I have been sleeping, eating clementines and toast, and drinking tea
since last night. I feel like somebody punched me all over and made
me run a marathon.

Sigh.

Sick in Paris on a beautiful, sunny Indian Summer afternoon.

Oh, the injustice of it all!