Oh, weekend.

Turns out I'm ill with some sort of death virus. Fail. My weekend has so far consisted of a work party, followed by a Saturday bike ride and hike, followed by a quality Bananagrams match (which I won, don't listen to Shawna).

Today, however, I am lying on the couch with only Veronica Mars to amuse me as I drink orange juice and try to recover in time for the Polar Plunge on Friday. One simply cannot jump into a river if she is ill. I felt okay until yesterday evening, and it was all downhill from there (which interrupted my plans of a long run today--boo).

My pathetic existence today:



But here's an upside--we have a group of people in town who like to have mock sword fights every Sunday in the park. So I get to see this out my window:



Ah, Veronica Mars and men hitting each other with foam swords. It really doesn't get much better than this when you're sick.