The day after our return from the writing retreat at Arowhon Pines in Alginquin Park, I began to feel a bit under the weather. I was lethargic, achy all over and, from time to time, had chills. I was coming down with something, a cold or the flu.
I usually try to help out around the house but the last few days, Jane was having none of that. She rounded up some medicine for me and I’ve been forcing myself to take it – even that horrible tasting Buckleys.

