On Saturday 11th, the latent cold I've been battling became a full bout of the flu and true to form, I'm on antibiotics due to laryngitis and won't return to work until Monday 27th. It's not even that I feel all that bad, now that the endlessly running nose has stopped - I simply cannot speak. And when I do, I sound like a strangled raven. Which means that I am currently working full-speed at the update of storyteller's campsite that I intend to have up and running on my birthday, April 06th, come hell or high water. I can't promise that I'll have reworked all pages until then, but I intend to let the date stand. I've procrastinated enough.

I missed the [Querstrich] meet at mamoru22's this weekend - which sadly seems to have become the norm. We post a notice when the next meet will be, and voilà: when the time arrives, I fall ill. Someone higher up hates me. Seriously.

So I'm now falling from one bout of nostalgia into the next as I'm revisiting my rec pages. Friday and Saturday were dedicated to Highlander: The Series. Today it's The X-Files and hopefully, Sleepy Hollow.

And right now I find myself missing Darius. *sigh*