Poor R has been suffering for a week now with some kind of bug that is like allergies, but not allergies. And since there has been no fever, I’ve made her go to school. I’ve also been feeling the symptoms but on Friday they really hit and I spent more time in bed this weekend than out of bed. Of course I didn’t say anything to R, but now I know how crappy she’s been feeling. The rest did wonders for me though and I’m feeling much better today. I may have to let R have a day in bed.
Whilst relaxing though I did manage to put a dent in my trashy novel that I found at the library, Abundance. I though it would be better than other novels or faux-diaries of Marie Antoinette because it is written by Sena Jeter Naslund who also wrote Ahab’s Wife, which is a remarkable book. But, sadly, no. It certainly puts forward how naive Marie Antoinette was and how oblivious she was to her spending and gambling. But I’m definitely going to have to read something with a bit more meat on it next or my brain will turn to mush.