I violated the cardinal Gramma's rule yesterday and went out in the winter chill with wet hair to get about six inches chopped off the ends. Later in the day I came down with an old fashioned sneezing, eye-watering head cold. I really don't buy the connection because it's something I do all the time. More likely I picked up a germ from the swarm at the grocery store. Howard Hughes was right.
Still, here I am,abed stoned to the gills on
Alka Seltzer for colds. If I can keep my eyes open there are books to read and feathers and works in progress to stitch on before I have to work this afternoon.
One of the bad things about working from home is that there is little excuse for
not working as long as you can sit upright in the chair and see the computer.
I started my shift last night well medicated and found myself strangely sanguine and sympathetic to my hapless customers instead of cynical, impatient and superior. Who knew "nice" came in a fizzy drink? I will have to restrain myself from greeting people with
"Happy Friday! What foolish fresh hell are you reporting today?"
I want to go see "
The Artist" in a theater like the Fox downtown but I'll settle for the AMC nearby.