coming down

Must be getting sick. Feeling ever so lethargic. More so than usual.
Stayed in both Friday and Saturday night.
Clive Owen came in for brunch and I barely got excited. Scruff becomes him.
Perogie-making was the definite highlight, but all that doughy cheesey goodness can make a girl sluggish in the morning.
Maybe I'll go chew on some turkey neck.