Ill still.

I remain unwell but I have been back at work since Monday last week (which says more about my work than my illness). Meanwhile I have failed to log the twin's birthday; the bonus testing exercise the Project Manager volunteered me for while he is on leave; my birthday; Graham's birthday; my weekend trip to Townsville; the final round of the national netball competition (Phoenix won the premiership and play Swifts in the major semifinal, Kestrels beat Thunderbirds in Adelaide and they meet there again in the minor semifinal); The Italian Job (I didn't fall asleep); Alix's wedding to David (which was marvellous; Alix looked beautiful, Dave looked delighted); catching up with Andrew and Anna, Chris, Danielle, Dave and Anne, Ken, Lawrie, Polly and Graham, Rob, Ted and Warwick; aunt Nancy and uncle Graeme visiting from Melbourne with cousin Patrick and his new wife Anita visiting from the U.S.A.; and the demise of Jonathan's Sunday game. My list of things to do is falling further behind schedule which is a source of frustration. I must try harder, it is only a virus.  ¶ 13:48