Last Saturday's tune up for this coming weekend's 8km went well, 7km of volume at 3:01 pace, but by Saturday night I'd caught a cold. Sunday's race receding. I've been curled on my nest chair for three days now, watching movies. Marigold Hotel, Bridesmaids, Certified Copy... movies I'd buy tickets to, but wouldn't make eye contact with the ticketeer. 

My chair, a blanket, hot drinks. Reading stuff piled around me but arms too weak to hold it. I finished my first book of the year, my first book-a-week-for-2013 novel, on Monday the 7th just under the wire. The Following Story, by Cees Nooteboom, a slender thing that captured well reverie and that shadowy time at dusk, between wakefulness and sleep.