January 18, 2016

• Time Off

  It's a Monday, and it's a sick day.

  I recall sick days being somewhat more fun when I was still working.

  If not exactly fun, at least rewarding. Hot tea, pajamas and reading on the couch all day.

  It's a bit different now. Oh, I am still chugging hot tea. Lemon ginger with honey. And I am still pretty much holding down the furniture. And I will finish my book today.

  But I'm also feeling sorry for myself. William was an excellent caregiver when I was sick. He went out with the dogs, and he brought me coffee, tea, and cooked my favorite comfort foods, then delivered them upstairs so I could eat them in bed and act like a whiney baby.

  There's hardly any point to even being sick now.

  Except I am. The creeping crud has finally found me, amazing because other than a quick run out to the store the other day, I haven't even been exposed to any sickies.

  Yesterday I started an entry that is saved to drafts as it isn't finished. If I can gather my thoughts through the fog I might finish it later. Or I might take a nap.

  It's minus 22 degrees with the wind chill here today. We are completely buttoned down for the day.

  

   

  This is one is Cupcake.

  • 2:18 pm
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