I am finally feeling much better. Not just a little better, but almost completely back to normal. Except for the rib, which is still pretty sore, I'm great - not coughing, breathing normally, and not exhausted. Just in time for all the rain we've been having to finally stop.
Saturday was the first really fun, not-sick-at-all day I've had in a while, and I took it all to myself. I cancelled some half-hearted plans I'd made with friends, and then I slept in, lingered over my tea and the paper, and made my way to my city's Saturday antiques market.
I've been looking for teacups and falling in love with nothing. I got a set of these, which I adore (despite the crappy photo), for $12:
But I'm most proud of these. I haggled for them, which was a thrill, and got them for next to nothing. They're from a series of eighteenth century engravings called Cries of London, which I'd read about before. I flipping love them, and I can't wait to hang them up:
Then I got a cup of tea and an absolutely blow-your-mind apple fritter - it had warm apple slices and custard - custard! - inside it. Apparently these things are quite well-known, but I had yet to be initiated.
All in all, it was a very successful first day of not feeling like garbage. Thank you all for your good wishes over the past month!