Recently, I experienced a case of the flu that left me feeling rather pathetic and alone. That aloneness was necessary, however, to enable me to rest and recuperate.  Wrapped up in my blanket of solitude, I spent most of my time either sleeping or reading novels that have a tendency to pile up on my bedside table. These stories not only conjured up magical worlds, but also gave me comfort. Thankfully, the flu has now abated, and I’m cognizant of the first signs of winter, ten centimetres of the … [Read more...]