The great thing about being sick is you can bow out of any social invite. I get to be hermit me which is the true Jeanie. I tried to leave a party early today and my one friend said to the other she’s doing it again.

Also I have no appetite. Summerbod goals.

I’ve taken up reading The Magic Mountain again and I am once more in the world of Hans Castorp. It is strange to walk around knowing a fictional character lives in your head. Every time I pause reading and live my real life he too pauses in my head resting on a cloudless mountain, waiting to come alive again.