Cursed!

Alas, it appears that I have been hexed. Life is getting stressful. The worst of it is the pestilence that has been visited upon me. For I had not finished consuming yesterday’s mid-day meal, before my stomach didst rebel. ‘Twas either a full on stomach pestilence or my food had been poisoned! I was violently ill. Others, upon my communication crystal chat with my family, urged me to find another to cover mine classes and stay home. I did not, for I thought I would be better. Alas, they were right.

I didst arrive at work, having taken no sustenance. Through the night, my stomach had seemed to calm. Yet, by the time I had finished flying my broom to work, my stomach was on the edge of rebelling again. I had work to do, but discovered that the first floor scribe had been left tied up. Someone had left him like that. It took a long time to figure out the knots and then he still insisted his hands were jammed, when they were not. After we sorted that out, I tried to get him to copy pages for me. He began choking when he got to about the third page. I would sooth him and massage him, yet each time it began choking each time. I gave up, planning to have my mighty Assistant do the copying, but it seems that she too has caught the pestilence. I am without my mighty Assistant.

For now, I shall continue to persevere. For that is all I have to do.