The slight fever became more than slight, so I called work at eight in the morning and took a sick day. It’s a good thing I did. Within three hours, I followed a downward trend, and the fever grew worse. I was burning up, and I was in and out of consciousness. I made another phone call and an appointment, and in half an hour I had a thermometer underneath my tongue and a nurse telling me I had a…
I don’t know how I managed it. I was feeling fine last night, grateful that I didn’t have a migraine as I watched The Return of the King. Then I woke up with a little tickle in my lungs, a feathery sensation every time I breathed, which then turned into little coughs, more tickles, and a sexy, scratchy voice. I went home a little early so I could have some soupy comfort food and go buy some cough syrup for…
The snowflakes are from scans of actual paper snowflakes I’ve cut out in my free time at work. Go figure. Share this post:
I would like just one hour of peace today. One hour, and I would consider it a wealth of riches. One hour to do as I will, think as I like, silence, contentment, and peace of mind. Well-being and utter joy. Not one ounce of boredom, not a smidgeon of anxiety, no stress, no tension, no angry thoughts. No voice but my own, no demands for my listening ear or for my bravely, boredly, barely painted-on smiles. For just one…
I thought I could never top the cookie fortune that read “All fingers are not the same.” Up until a few nights ago, it was the best fortune I had ever had. It even works in bed or out. All fingers are not the same (in bed). No truer words exist. Then, one night, I get this for a fortune: And what I thought could not be surpassed … suddenly was. Behind an able man, there are always. It doesn’t…