Tomorrow the grind starts again. Just two days after we got back from vacation, we were all struck down by the flu. Ugh! I didn't actually have to resort to the toilet, but the others were much sicker than I. Even Ol' Bear remarked that he knew he was really sick when he didn't feel like drinking beer, and he was cold! He even asked for an extra blanket on the bed. Now that is sick!
Thus the tapioca, which the package calls "soothing." That must be because of the warm milk. It came out a little soupy...
but apparently PJ is interested anyway, also probably because of the warm milk. Get out of there, PJ!
Yes, a little tapioca feels good going down. Maybe that professor will finally post our readings tomorrow so we can get started. Or not. Here ya go, PJ.