I'm back from camping, looking like an inverted raccoon (very sunburnt face except for the part covered by my sunglasses) with a phlegm-y cough and a nose that's trying to run a marathon.
I guess that's to be expected if you go camping with just a little sore throat.
But I had a lot of fun. Especially since I tend to forget how much I like swimming and got to rediscover how much I really love it.
And now I have my copy of DH and a flist to catch up with before I start on proper work.
Off I go.