I could barely force myself to step out of the door this morning, and before that it was a battle against all-over tremors to get the door open. Fabby.

Miserable all the way into work. It's partly the familystuff¹ and partly my watch being missing, as well as general illness. However, on getting into work, someone who heard me remark on its absence actually asked if I'd found it and forwarded on an email from someone who'd found a watch that could well be mine, which is nice and helpful. I'd worked myself up into a panic thinking it'd been nicked. But now I'm at least not too miserable to function.

I'm fond of that watch. It was a 21st birthday present. From myself. (More family angst...)

edit: It's back on my wrist and I'm a happy, albeit still cold and tremory and sick, puppy.

¹ Should anyone actually care, I can explain this under an LJ friends-lock, but it's heart-sickening and mind-preying enough already. I have no idea if talking about it would help.