So after my last post about pacing and how rubbish I am at it, I managed to get some kind of fluey virus thing. No, not that one.

As ever when I get anything, my lupus decides to join in enthusiastically, making everything ache a little bit more. And I remember how to sleep again, but I suddenly become not so good at being actually awake for longer than an hour at a time.

And what I always forget is the accompanying gloomy mood and lack of interest in any of the things I usually love doing - coo...