Had a weird fainting spell on the train this morning. Got off at the Canal Street stop to get my bearings...and sat right in a puddle of god knows what. So I called in sick, came home, and now I'm going to go to bed. I have no idea what this is about, but I could use a day of total rest punctuated by walkies.
Started, finally, reading the Jayne Anne Phillips book I bought months ago. It's a little overwrought in its Protestant angst but engaging nonetheless.
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