Yes it was inevitable and as the aching and the cough set in I knew I needed to quickly gather some illness reading around me.
It's always a dodgy moment, are you going to be well enough to read? Staying upright seems to be difficult but reading is fine.
So far so good and in fact while Scott Pack was sitting up for his all-night Oscar vigil I was having those viral-induced nightmares (even though I wasn't watching the Oscars) that lead you to a pot of tea at 2am and a good book.There's just no point in arguing with these things.Dose up and curl up is my motto.
I started and became very deeply engrossed in When We Were Bad by Charlotte Mendelson, this is very good indeed, dropped off for a few hours, made another pot of tea (Lady Grey seems to be about all I can deal with) and re-started The Tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penney.I'd already managed about 75 pages of this about two weeks ago and then life intervened. I'm well into that again now and can't wait to get back to it.
Lest I get bored with North London or the Canadian wilderness I also made a great start on Kokoro by Natsume Soseki so I can nip over to Tokyo if I feel so inclined.Japanese reading is deep but ultimately very gentle and soothing. It has a sway and a rhythm to it like no other.
No need to start a fourth book as I have a fall-back in Volume 1 of A Dance to the Music of Time.
Travels from the sick bed, just what the doctor would order I bet, and it's back to bed I go.