I want to be many different shades of blue.
Sick. Still. Stayed home for the day. Yes, I should have seen the doc today, who will hopefully not feed me antibiotics. I'm fine if I don't move ...
Time spent turning over thoughts like featherdown quilts, dreamy dozing to the frenzied tinkles of my wind chime above the door between the bedroom and the verandah. Weak, exhausted, but I can't sleep anymore. I powered through Philip Roth's "Goodbye Columbus", whose end is in sight. Good book.
He said, "There's no such thing as boredom." Which is what I usually say.
Posted by sniffles at December 05, 2001 05:33 PM