Home sick today.
Feeling a little sorry for me-self... and pretty much enjoying every minute of it.
Cooked some spaghetti for breakfast and yet again, felt like reading the opening chapter to
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. My brain has definitely associated spaghetti cooking with Murakami reading:
Cooking spaghettiAnd reading MurakamiTwo peas in a pod* I know, I know - it rhymes.