I crashed hard [1], mainly because, I caught yet another cold (second this year so far—or perhaps a continuation of the first, it's hard to say). Snotty nose, tired, sneezing, the whole nine yards.
[Clockwise, starting at noon—tea cup, electric kettle, tea pot, loose leaf green tea, timer, tea spoon] [2]
I really hate being sick.
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