toil and trouble

I've been sick since Sunday, basically, waxing and waxing and finally waning. Still, it was a bad idea to go eat falafel with fried eggplant and a boiled egg at the first sign of true healthy hunger. My stomach's a'gurgling! I hope everything settles and I can drink caffeine tomorrow when I go to the library with Di; Francis Bacon and Carolyn Merchant demand nothing less. Maybe I'll be swigging sweet chalky pepto-bismol instead though, yikes.

Anyway, I'm missing Greece terribly. Dreamt about being there, a strange Ellada of course but still Effie and Valerios there, Effie sitting out in some dusky French garden admonishing me that I wasn't supposed to be there for another week and me saying that well, since I am I wanted to come see her.