On Sunday, I was a glamorous urban gal, taking in some live theater with my girl Brunie, dining at Za, traveling by taxi and T — ooh la la! I also co-starred in a brief and deeply stupid playlet at church on the topic of Rosh Hashanah.
And then on Monday I woke up dying. I don't know where I got this cold; no one else in the house has it, and I haven't had close contact with those walking poxes we call "small children."
But I am very sick, still, after four days; my head is enormous and swollen and packed with snot; my sinuses are lined with sandpaper; my ears itch; every part of me aches, including my eyelashes, including my toenails, including my hairline.
I'm also working like a madwoman; after two weeks of editing indolence and sloth, I've now billed 39 1/2 hours — since Monday.
Anyway. I'm too wrung-out to write a zippy and/or inspirational blog post (am I not known for my zippy inspiration?), but I'm waiting for Mimosa to finish showering before I draw my bath, and posting seemed like a good thing to do.
Book report: I am enjoying the three library books I'm reading, so far:
And I just heard that the latest Tana French is waiting for me; I haven't read all of her books, and they're technically a series, but this one sounds really good.
My brain is so clogged and stupit, though, I'll probably just read PEOPLE magazine in my bathtub and drink hot tea and moan a little.
Off to do just that. Honk, blow, wheeze, ow.
p.s. The play we saw was "Boys in the Band" starring our talented pal Handsome D (we are total groupies). Such a grim little slice of late '60s' life, but the two hours flew by, and the acting is sublime. Handsome D is truly heartbreaking; Brunie and I were beside ourselves. The show runs till October 3; if you're near Boston, check it out!!