but I think I’m sick. I’ve been coughing a bit more, and having a subsequent intake-reversal. I thought that, well, I was just relapsing into the terrible morning sickness, but Raymond is staying home today because he’s ill.
This is actually a great relief. Sickness goes away. Morning sickness, on the other hand, could be with me for seven more months, if I were unlucky. Or, you know, another four weeks. And I’d been feeling better on Monday morning, too.
Not that this does much for the writing. But I persevere! What kind of establishments, retail and otherwise, does one find in really bad slums?