Zoom meeting in an hour, then I can be dead to the world again. Awful, awful night's "sleep". This flu really likes me, but the feeling ain't mutual.
Funny thought for the day:
Yesterday I learned the expression "to Casper" someone. It means to ghost them, but in a friendly way. π Your texts drift from daily to weekly to monthly, until you're gone.
Immature action? Maybe!
But an inspired phrase, all the same.
Okay: tea time, followed by a one-hour performance of Weekend At Bernie's. π€π»
π¬ We shall see. I hope this isn't one of those "video curse" movies where seeing my shambling corpse on screen dooms all others to being haunted.
(I should probably turn my camera away from the spooky old well in the centre of my room just to be on the safe side.)