Coming back to life

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Ohhh. whatever the Chinese waiter had, wiping his dripping nose with the back of his hand before serving us... we got. I rarely get sick unless W brings something home from the university, but this time he was coughing and sneezing up a storm. My demise followed shortly.

We were happy to have the weekend in Singapore's paradise after our return from Beijing on Saturday morning. Not sight-seeing or doing something interesting like visiting a local church, mall, or site.

Nope. We were lying in bed with sniffles, sneezes, tummy aches, and muscle pains. We had planned to meet a missionary couple for supper Sunday, but we had neither appetite nor the inclination to infect them and their little kids! Canceled. It poured rain outside, so the temps were cooler and we didn't need air-con.

W was desperate for food other than ramen by late evening, so he walked to a local mall and brought something back. We both could hardly eat it.

Today we got up and around better. In the morning, we ate the pastries W picked up last night. I threw our bedding in the wash - think musty awful smell, bad enough to keep waking me at night. The maid crams in as much laundry as will fit in the little washing machine. I guess it goes faster that way... but does it ever stink. Nothing smells clean, so we do our own laundry as much as possible.

I had a facial scheduled at 12.30 at Tampines. Kirsten and I had purchased discount coupons when she was here a few weeks ago. We used up the steam room and massage, but I had one coupon left. Oh, THAT was soothing. Think face and temple massage, cooling lotions, and lying without anything to do for an hour. Pure bliss. I also stopped at the Tokyo 10 minutes@$10S ($7US) haircut place to get shaped up, finally.

We had a few things to get in Chinatown. Once we hopped back on the MRT, we stopped only briefly for a quick noodle supper (about $2 for both of us) and a trip to FairPrice supermarket for tomorrow's breakfast. We're back home, coming back to life slowly but surely. If you have to be ill, this is the place - the weekend without obligations, the beautiful setting of the tropics.

Outside the palm trees are waving in the breeze coming off the ocean.

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