Dispiriting
is putting it mildly.
I
don't even care enough to feel bad about it. Since midday Thursday I
am simply taking up space and resources. It was only three weeks ago
that I suffered a whole week of being sick. I can't tell cold from
flu. It hardly matters once it's on you. If boogers were gold I'd be
rich, rich, rich.
Amazon
Prime has disgorged a heap of new books that I can't open my eyes
wide enough to read and this is as much as I can manage with my new
wireless keyboard, the old one dispatched by a strategically placed cat
hurk.
When I finally figured out that the new
season of Downton Abby would not be airing last night (or did it?) I
went back to the bed.
I knew I couldn't read or type so the only
thing I had with me was a yellow legal pad and a pencil. How much
harm could I do? I wanted to think about my other novel, the one I
started first. Think in organizational terms. It's no wonder the name
on my Christmas stocking read “Fool”.
There was one line on the pad this
morning – don't forget your purpose – followed by a rather ominous void. I don't know if I was writing
about writing or life. I still don't and I still don't have any
answers.
But this morning I am able to take a whole breath, stand up
long enough to put away some clean dishes and type this up. I'm alive
and there's a mission out there somewhere.
the sun beckoned me into the studio but the view was depressing.
the sun beckoned me into the studio but the view was depressing.
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| studio in post holiday chaos |
4 comments:
Children harbor a great number of germs.
You are tired and emotional--a good target for germs.
When I worked at the library--touching kid's sticky books, I washed my hands every 30 minutes--singing happy birthday all the way through while soaped up.
No flu. No colds. Best wishes.
Since Charlie doesn't venture out yet, I'm more inclined to think it was on some retail safari. Plus, number one son was sick on the day before New Years. Patient Zero. I was running around wiping doorknobs and forgot about the shared steering wheel :(
Be well... lots of rest, lots of (non-alcoholic!) fluids, chicken broth. We are at an age when it's very important to take extra special care of ourselves. Back in my crazy youth, I used to try and ignore being sick, but that is a slippery slope any more.
sick. ick. makes winter unbearable. i am very keen to snifflers at the checkout. i catch more stuff that way. they touch everything you take home.
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