Orange juice and fever dreams

I feel like bollocks, but I'm at home, so I feel a little better for that. On my second glass of orange juice, almost done with the October issue of Elle, obsessively checking my work email like some emergency might befall us and they couldn't possibly be able to save the day without me. Uggh. I hate feeling guilty for being sick.

Today, a woman I work with turns 90. Ninety! Every morning, when I see her shuffling down the hall with her green Jansport on, and her breakfast bagel in a paper bag, I never cease to be amazed. She wears Asics. She is amazing.