I have the fidgets from being cooped up too long indoors while fighting off the flu bug. But am not feeling quite well enough to resume my usual activities either.
I had graham crackers and milk for breakfast. Maybe not the best breakfast in the world, but hey, invalids should be allowed to eat whatever they feel up to eating don’t you think?
I just let Robbie out into the backyard to do his morning things. He has been under the weather too and made a hearty breakfast this morning of a few bites of kibble, a mouthful of rice, a lick of cottage cheese and a soggy corner of one of my graham crackers. We’re a regular couple of puny convalescents aren’t we? “Come over here Bertha and spoon feed me some of that gruel won’t you? There’s a dear.” I’m still in my nightgown too, which is never a good thing. Makes me feel sicker to walk around in my nightclothes. I’m going to go get dressed.
LATER (sans nightclothes) …… wait a minute….. now wearing a dress!
For some odd reason, the fruitless pear tree in our back yard was in total denial about what time of year it was, and up until just a few days ago was displaying it’s shiny green leaves as if it were June. But suddenly and I do mean that, the thing has turned such an astonishing shade of yellow as to take the breath away. I would not exaggerate if I said that the tree is glowing… Especially in the last rays of the evening sun last night. It looked like someone had hidden a light inside it.
I was up last night coughing and watching “Jane Eyre” on television.
(I could not believe my luck at finding something so pleasant to watch at 2:30 in the morning. It could have just as easily have been that guy selling the counter top oven for 4 easy payments of 49.95)
Anyway, I poked my head out the back door, just to see what was going on out there, and discovered a full moon and “high moon” so to speak.
I was almost certain I could detect the yellow in the pear tree. Everything looked silvery and stark out there, except that tree, which had a special quality all it’s own.
Later still.
Slurping down a glassful of ice and water is not a very smart idea when you are sick. Now I am shivering. I may have to make tea. While I have always loved the IDEA of tea, I am not much a drinker of hot things with the exception of hot chocolate. Yeah, hot chocolate, that’s the thing.
I have written a couple of essays and played 10 or twelve games of Dr. Mario on the computer instead of working on my novel. I think I have caught the Rachel and Louise virus. Which is to DO ANYTHING except your real work! All I can say now is…. “I feel your pain.” And I am about to add making hot chocolate to my list of avoidance behaviors.
At Last:
Took a nap. Had a dream that I was finishing my novel. That’s a step in the right direction anyway. I wonder if I could collect the pages and mail them to myself in the waking world? If that works, I’ll let you know.
Now I have a legitimate chore to do. It’s almost three o’clock and it’s time for Dr. Phil. I’m watching the Ultimate Weight Loss Challenge every week. Although I don’t recommend getting the flu to lose weight, no siree. Or ingesting tapeworms, although that is thought to be a phony urban legend now. (Too bad, it seemed such a GOOD one)
Well off to keep my appointment with Dr. Phil.