Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Why? How?
Chesty cough (My no. 1 most hated sickness, by the way. I'd rather have an overflowing nose.) Feverish. Chilly. Woozy. Headache.
1 comment:
Hey Hozzy,
Take care and get well soon. I'll be praying.
Cheers,
Hazel
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