I woke up this morning with a little tickle in my chest, but still managed to get my Thanksgiving Lunch together and on the table. At about 5 o'clock I felt really cold and as soon as Shabbat was over crawled into bed, barely saying good-bye to my guests. I must give a shout-out to Stuart, who did the dishes (and there were alot!) and Isaac who did all the post-lunch clean-up. I think the Advil has kicked in as I'm not shivering quite as hard, but I still feel pretty lousy and will spend the rest of the evening in bed. Hopefully, I'll have the stamina to stay up for Hisardut--Israeli Survivor.
Have a Shavua Tov--a good week.
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