Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Day 123: Too Clogged to Blog
The cold that's been parallel-playing with me for a month finally rang the doorbell and invited itself in. It's also my special ladytime and I have a pounding headache — an exciting combo of hormonal migraine and sinus pain/pressure. Strange bedfellows, together again at last!
Ouch ouch ouch.
My anniversary celebration was stupendous, plus I had a weekend chock-full of joy and fun, but those stories will have to wait for another day.
As you know I embrace glamour at every opportunity, but when I'm sick . . . it is hard to imagine how I could be less glamorous. I'm wearing an ancient oversize Marquette sleep shirt from my brother's college days (said brother is now 49), grimy knitted footie socks, and my raggedy flannel robe (which I keep taking off because I'm hot with fever, then putting back on because I'm freezing, and this seems to be my exercise for the day), my face is unadorned and highlighted by my ruby-red nose, and my hair is badly in want of cutting.
All I want to do is curl up with hot drinks and The Plague and I, my favorite sickbed reading, but I must do a quick editing job for a good client. And at some point today I have to pick up our CSA share, call the electrician, and pay our long-overdue property tax bill . . . but I won't think about that now. I'll think about that this afternoon.
Honk sneeze blow,