The virus got me. I am feeling a little better now. All my menfolks are driving up today to get #2 daughter at her college. They have maps, pizza, and my car. My husband is smoking in my car. I am trying to balance my gratitude to him for doing the driving against my disgust at his smoking in my car, with our kids in it.
I have been tagged. I am supposed to come up with five weird things that I do. Being entirely non-weird, I am finding this difficult.
1. I hold off on wearing a coat as late into the winter as possible, as though mere denial could keep winter from taking place.
2. I read a lot. If it is possible to read under some set of cirucumstances, I will.
3. I talk to my car sometimes, and also to my computer. I even sometimes talk to people in movies, giving them advice which for some reason they ignore.
4. I like quiet. Much as I love music, I almost never play “background music.”
5. I go in and look at my children when they are sleeping. Even now, when they are all bigger than me.
I went to work yesterday, and attempted to help people in spite of my zombie-like condition.
I came home early and finished up the latest bawk. Here it is.
Is your Thanksgiving turkey thawing?
Have you done your shopping? made your pie crusts? ironed your table linens? I have done almost nothing, since I have been laid low by a virus. fortunately, all my Thanksgiving guests are family. If they complain, I can hand them an implement and say, “Go to it!”
I think I was supposed to tag someone but it seems that everyone I know has already been tagged, and I am still not feeling well enough to think. If you have been wanting to do this meme and have not been tagged, please consider yourself tagged.
No I don’t. I’m an unreasonable child and I am currently suffering from what one might call an artist’s temperament. Zero listening and/or reasonable actions will happen from this impenetrable fortress of “You’re not the boss ‘a me.”
I know I am wrong but this does not in any way convince me of the silliness of my anger.
If you think I am joking you should remember that I fought with Galahad for two hours or more about Runzas and Calzones.
We are still arguing.
i paint in complete, still silence 🙂 there’s something meditative about the only noise being the paint squishing, pallete knife/ brush dragging on the paint surface. BUT in the metals studio there’s always some crazy music blaring…the metals lab is full of loud grating noises (pounding, hammering, sawing, filing)so silence is much too disturbing!
have a great thanksgiving with your family! 😀
The problem with working in any job that puts you in constant contact with other people – you catch every virus that’s doing the rounds. Rest, drink lots and take it easy.
I hope you feel better soon. TDay sucks when you are sick.
Your looking at your children sleeping makes me think of that book “I’ll Love You Forever.”
Hope you feel better. Slow down a little for the holiday…