I am still flu-y. Eating oatmeal, perusing Etsy. Looking at stuff. I was going to try and write here today, be pithy, but I mostly feel like curling up and staring at my eyelids. There are dirty dishes piled in my sink (yuck) but I’m calling it an installation piece for today; I should name it. . . unscoured dishes#84.
I wonder if it’s possible to soak in a hot bath all day. Would my skin ever return to normal? Would that necessarily be a good thing if it did? I feel a little blurry. . .
Someone make me chicken noodle soup and send me back to bed! Zephyr doesn’t cook so I guess I’m screwed. Poor dude, he doesn’t look to hot either. And the sun is out. Supposed to reach 67 degrees today. It’s February! Ugh.
Sark calls this “the tyranny of a beautiful day.”
Now back to my Kleenex. dahlila.