Bleah...

Invariably, when I schedule a little time off, I get sick. My immune system struggles to keep me going through production cycles, road shows, Holiday Market (or, in this case, Holiday Market and then production cycle). But as soon as I schedule some time off, even as little as a week (this week, in fact), my antibodies throw their hands up and say, That's it, I'm outta here.

So I've got the three-day flu: scratchy throat and runny nose yesterday, sinus headache and thick mucus today today, general bleahs tomorrow, if past experience is any guide.

Best part? I finally managed to schedule an appointment with my new Primary Care Physician for this morning. Do I show up, or cancel? Waiting on their instructions...


ETA: Well, they canceled my appointment and reauthorized my meds through May. And sent me for a drive-through COVID test.

On a brighter note

My last firing was splendid. Identical temperature top and bottom, really no oxidation I could see anywhere. I refired a couple of dozen soup bowls to brighten them up a bit, and I'll have to redo a replacement casserole lid that didn't shrink enough to fit, but everything else is gorgeous.

Even the steamer crock.

Got some gorgeous special orders out: octopus plate, desert tortoise pasta server, even the little kitty portrait pots.

And the ultimate in slow cookers: a sloth casserole.