Well that little cold I had a few days ago turned out to be strep. Positively lovely. The wonderful thing about it is that I never know when it's going to hurt. I will be talking one minute and the next minute I'll give a little choke and there, it starts to hurt like nothing else. Not only that, but even when it doesn't seriously hurt, I sound like I smoke a pack a day.

Oh, and have I mentioned that this cough....oh never mind.

I decided to read yet another collection of Sherlock Holmes adventures. Ah, I love the precise and logical thinking of Mr. Holmes - rarely ever does he loose his cool, or his mental abilities fail him.

I'm pondering if I should do some geometry or if I should sit down with my history book, or if I should continue writing. As don't particularly desire to exert myself in anything unnecessary, I think I shall stay here. But what to write?

*more than a half an hour later*

Needless to say, I got distracted. I'm going to call it a night now. To anybody who reads this, please pray that the rest of my family doesn't get sick and that my brother and I are well enough just to receive Holy Communion tomorrow. 

In Christ always