Saddling Up | |
….almost.
At least I think I’m on the way to better. Or maybe just the best I can do.
So…some good things about being sick:
- Falling in love with Oprah all over again.
- Watching Charlie Rose interview one of my favorite people, Morgan Freeman.
- Sleeping any damn time I want for as long as I want.
- Watching my neighbors dig themselves out of a snowstorm while wearing PJs and drinking a cup of rasberry brandy-spiked tea.
- Leaving the PC off for two days. Technology isn’t worth crap when you’re sick.
- Not answering my phone, because I’m sick and I dont’ have to. So there.
- Canceling a dental appointment.
- Stopping my closet smoking habit. Might as well, while my throat feels like this.
- Finding all the meds I’d stuffed in cupboards and closets when I’d first moved in here and never had any reason –until now– to look for.
- Two hour bubble baths every day. Because they make you feel so good when you’re sick.
- Mixing drugs for maximum effect. (Shhh… Don’t tell my doctor.)
- Knowing that I can masturbate anytime I please. Because, let’s face it, there isn’t much else to do. Not that I did or didn’t, mind you.
- Reading books.
- Slathering myself with creams and lotions. It’s a good thing.
Probably a lot more I could list. But that’s a good start. We won’t talk about all the stuff that has been put on hold and is peeking out at me from the corners of this quit time, just waiting to get back in and drive me nuts. Like the one hundred Christmas cards sitting on my dining room table…still boxed, still waiting. Or the furniture shopping I’ve had on a back burner forever and a day.
It does feel good to be putting up this blog entry. I missed you guys! I’ll be back tomorrow…I promise.
xo, Angela
Yay!! Don’t push the re-entry. But it will be great to have you back.
Oh Goody! But, like Puzzler says: Easy does it.
Angela, your adoring fans, of which I qualify as rabid I suppose, are so glad you are feeling better. I was about to organize a caravan of Hummers to brave the snow in order to deliver a cargo of chicken soup, teas, saltines, cat food, Vicks, Theraflu, cough drops, bubblegum flavored amoxicillin, etc. So, Mistress, be good to yourself and don’t overdo it.
Chicken soup! Always and forever. I hope you have plenty of it; or at least, as is fitting, minions to do your bidding — to not only serve, but to spoon-feed it to you.
So glad you are feeling better, Ms. St. Lawrence