Cruellest month

The flu that laid me and half a dozen other people low last Friday seems to linger forever as an unplaceable malaise. I'm on a medication that can have a rocky adjustment period including physical and mental light-headedness. I had an acupuncture session today that involved some massage and shiatsu, both of which have emotional fallout. But mostly I think I'm suffering the pressure changes of this particular classic Toronto April. Classic April takes one of two forms-- warm, sticky, thunderous, and oppressive; or cold, grey, snow-sleet wet, with ferocious winds. We're having the latter, and I can't remember the last time bicycling wasn't a matter of tacking against the wind and dodging blown garbage and tree branches.

Shall warm up the bean bags and HWB and muffle myself in my cocoon of flannel and feathers and go to bed at the unheard of hour of 9 pm. If it *is* the flu, that might put paid to it.