Bout of Books 7.0: Monday

Books I've read from:  

The Secret Life of Houdini by William Kalush and Larry Sloman

Pages read today:

79 of The Secret Life of Houdini and 17 of The Pirates! in an Adventure with Napoleon

Books finished today:

1   

Running total:

  96 pages, 1 book   

Today #insixwords: 

One small blip, but otherwise acceptable.

Non-reading progress:  

Umm... I wrote this post, didn't I?

Today has been a busy day with not a whole lot of time for reading. I had to get up fairly early to head for a hospital check-up, where I was informed by my rather sour doctor that I've somehow managed to contract chickenpox.

For those without the benefit of having read my frequent medical whiny posts, here is the basic gist:

Lupus = Lack of Immune System = Bad Things

So I can catch everything. I'm single-handedly keeping Purell in business, I swear. Then obviously when I do catch something, even something simple, it can have really bad consequences.

So, yes. Chicken pox.

 Except I don't actually have it, as such. As in, I'm not all spotty or contagious. The virus is just looming dangerously in the background, likely to hit at any minute. Honestly I'm not actually that concerned though (famous last words?). I have regular check-ups so they can catch these things in time and whilst I am likely to be ill shortly, I will be less ill than if they hadn't caught it at all.

So that was my morning.

In the afternoon I was attending meetings with the Social Events Committee to try and plan our Summer Ball, which isn't exactly going well. The hotel we/they had chosen required a minimum number of 100 people and if we didn't reach that amount, we personally would be liable for the amount. I've said from the beginning that 100 people is an ambitious number and that this is actually an incredibly horrendous idea, but it's taken until today, until actual seeing the contract in print, that they finally listened.

But it's okay. We found another hotel with a minimum number of 50 people, which is much more doable and much less scary. Problem (probably temporarily) solved.

Then I got home, did some work, had a little cry. I know one of my Bout of Books goals was to become a rational human being again, but it was only a little cry...

 Had a short conversation with my ex/current/who-the-fuck-knows boyfriend and then I remembered that I miss him and then I cried. It's up in the air in the minute. To be fair, I haven't actually cried all that much this week and it was a rare moment of weakness.

Blame the chickenpox.

I swear I will actually talk about books tomorrow.