Howard Hughes and the Snot Monster
Cloudy today. Currently, it's 35˚F, but feels like 31˚F. And I'm sick. As I said on Facebook about an hour ago, I am sick as the proverbial dog. First bad cold I've caught since the autumn of 2013, which is pretty unbelievable for someone who takes such shitty care of herself. My throat's so bad I sound like Santino Rice. Ugh, the snot. The aches. The fever. The nasty, damp Kleenex everywhere I look.
Yesterday, I worked on a jigsaw puzzle and made the mistake of going outside for about five minutes. Walking up and down stairs wiped me out. I spent the rest of the night lying on the floor in the front parlor watching TV. Given that feel worse today than I did yesterday, I'm thinking there's more of that floor in my immediate future.
Spooky made black-eyed peas and collards last night, but, thanks to the bug, it all tasted kind of like paste to me.
Here's the photo I took when I went outside yesterday. I had a point to prove about the sky.
Peace, Resistance, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast
Yesterday, I worked on a jigsaw puzzle and made the mistake of going outside for about five minutes. Walking up and down stairs wiped me out. I spent the rest of the night lying on the floor in the front parlor watching TV. Given that feel worse today than I did yesterday, I'm thinking there's more of that floor in my immediate future.
Spooky made black-eyed peas and collards last night, but, thanks to the bug, it all tasted kind of like paste to me.
Here's the photo I took when I went outside yesterday. I had a point to prove about the sky.
Peace, Resistance, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast