Writing to you from the depths of illness again. Mostly (I hope thanks in part to my utter and complete laziness yesterday, because I otherwise wouldn’t be able to live with that level of inertia) better today, except for a completely raw throat, fatigue, and residual soreness. I didn’t go to my 9 am this morning, but will go to my 2:30. Present at the very least (but just barely) in body.
I slept for two hours today. I never nap. I have never before in my life napped, except in the car. But I’ve just been so tired that there’s no helping it, so I have to assume this is what my body wants. My cat Minerva is doing her best to assist, mainly by fwumping her grande dame voluptuousness down on me so I lose all willpower to rise. And I’m having fever dreams (that would make a surreal list). Continue reading “Ear Candy”