Reading frenzy...

Isn't is great to have a stack of unread books around when you're sick?  I woke up at about five Monday morning with the most horrendous sinus headache - like someone had stuck an ice-cold poker up my left nostril and scrambled things about a bit.  My teeth even hurt!  I had made dinner for Tim on Sunday night (gourmet beanie weenies and a brief visit so I could do his laundry) and didn't sleep well that night, so I attributed part of the headache to lack of sleep and too much thinking.  But the headache didn't let up; it just kept getting worse, so I decided to stay home from the office and self-medicate with Tylenol and benadryl.  Suffice it to say, I finally got some sleep, but no real sinus relief.  I was no better on Tuesday (add upset stomach and other gastrointestinal delights) so I spent another day snuggled up with the dogs in a reading frenzy with all of the Isabel Dalhousie mysteries by Alexander McCall Smith.  I tell you, they are almost as good as the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series.  He is such an excellent writer - I felt like I'd been transported to Edinburgh.  It was a wonderful diversion from feeling bad and thinking about Tim and that whole situation.  I am almost finished with the last, or should I say latest, book called The Lost Art of Gratitude.  The characters are great and the mysteries aren't murders, so much as mysteries of life to be pondered and solved - or at least resolved.  I wish resolving my own difficulties were as entertaining!