It's Tuesday today and I'm recovering from a gas pain - gastric - diarrhea of some sort from Sunday's dinner. I'm still feeling lethargic today and I don't know how I managed to drive to work without falling asleep behind the wheel. Had departmental lunch at Victoria Station which I barely touch, and now I'm just counting the hours to go home. Maybe another round of sleep tonight will help. I really need to kill this fatigue.
On a happier note, Rumi this morning, in his sleep, smiled at me and said "I love you".
Best feeling in the world.
