Great, the day of Karneval (German equivalent to Mardi Gras except on Monday) and I have to be on deaths door the night before. Everything was all planned for a day of partying and festivities while 40 minutes from one of the biggest celebrations, and I couldn't go. Somehow I managed to go to bed at 10pm perfectly fine, and then wake up at 11:30 ready to kiss the toilet bowl then crawl in a grave, pale and feverish. After giving Sheena the face paints around 9am I crawled back in bed and tried sleeping on and off all day. Last night was not quite as sick feeling, but more feverish. And then I am miraculously fine again this morning. Life has it's subtle ironies. I'm guessing I caught whatever my mom had while here last week. At least it lasted a day instead of the week it's taken her. Hope your feeling better mom.

On a the flip side I finised the 800 page novel I've been reading in German yesterday during the periods that I couldn't sleep.