Being cooped up all week without the energy to do much more than sack out on couch does not make for a happy Sara. I did venture out for book event on Saturday, and it felt so good, but also wore me down. When will I stop sleeping 12 hours a night? Soon, I hope.

I did get to watch a lot of movies. I re-watched some favorites, like State and Main and Cop Land, and also new-ish stuff like My Kid Could Paint That and Gardens of the Night. Netflix adds more and more stuff to their watch-it-now service all the time; last night we watched about half The Show Off, a 1926 silent movie, in which Louise Brooks wears the most perfect dress (a picture of which I cannot find to show you). Then at 8:30, I fell asleep. Cuz that’s how I roll.

Tomorrow, flu be damned, I am throwing myself back into routine. Now that I’m through my course of Tamiflu, hopefully I can concentrate enough to write. It’s so hard to get back into a work when you’ve taken more than a week off! I hate it. Once I’m there it will be fine, but the initial transition is kind of hellish.