The strange spottyness of Monday is subsiding. The consensus is some sort of allergy maybe, it's not certain but what is certain is that it isn't anything like measles or chicken pox. Wrong kind of polka dots, apparently. Pox free!
My work were concerned about potential plague risk, so I stayed at home yesterday and pretty much napped for most of the day. It sounds kind of nice, but it was sort of more of an anti-histamine enduced fugue state. Eh, I should have made good use of it and robbed a bank or something because then it clearly would have not been my fault Your Honour.
Last night I roused my marginally less spotty self and headed over to the glam apartment of Mikey (the lovely ex), for a dinner which we had pre-aranged last weekend. Mikey cooked up a storm (an Asian 'fusion' inspired warm tuna salad) and we dished our way through "Dancing With The Stars" on tv. A nice way to cap off an otherwise uneventful day.