Complaints and grumbling

I seem to be having a bout of candidiasis these days, no doubt brought on by the humid weather. What does this mean? It means I'm sleeping a lot. How boring. It means I can't eat ice cream. Even more boring. And I can't eat anything with sugar in it, or grains (especially wheat). or fruit, or milk products, or coffee. What does it leave? Not a heck of a lot. I can live on fresh meat, vegetables, rice and yogurt.

You know what's worse? I suddenly started to feel fat. Suddenly my jeans were tight. I was slow to figure it out. How could I have gained a lot of weight in a couple of days? I asked myself. Well. It's just one of those things.

Maybe if I'm really, really ascetic I'll feel okay again and lose weight and stop being so tired. Maybe I'll be able to write again.

Meanwhile I'm reading. I'm reading a huge pile of graphic novels, and another huge pile of wonderful comics I bought today, and Homer's Iliad, and a book about irises for gardeners - no, I am not a gardener, but I'll take it as a fannish tribute to Sam Gamgee. I am reading Checkmate (again) and a book about the Earl of Rochester, in anticipation of the Johnny Depp movie.

I feel like a good mystery but I'm not sure what.