Dispatches From The Sick

About a week ago, I casually mentioned to Isaac that I was so grateful we hadn't gotten any of the illnesses going around and how lovely that was and HOLY CRAP I shouldn't have said that because you all know where this is going, right? I woke up on Wednesday not the greatest...the tickle in my throat, the headache. Thursday was book club and, clearly the Lord really did have mercy on me, because I felt great and was able to go. But Friday the head clogging was back. And while it's a VERY mild cold, it just reinforces my superstition, you know? Last night Sammy was sleeping very fitfully, and by the time I went to bed, he couldn't breath and was acting like puking may be on the menu, so we stripped him down and threw him in our bed, assuring that none of us would sleep very well. This morning he is in full on cold mode. I always feel badly when he has a cold. He just looks so miserable. So we are hanging out at home, me not showered, smelling of last night's curry, watching a movie and Sammy hanging out on the floor playing with his cars and reaching for a tissue every two seconds. What a fun morning for us. But it could be worse. We could be privy to that fever / cough combo that seems to be going around...

I'm thinking this might actually be ok. A slow week, that is. My desk is currently buried under a pile of stuff: things that need to be mailed and sorted through and read and dealt with. And I keep putting it all off in favor of funner things and I need to just have an afternoon with the music up and nothing else to do and just tackle it all.

My usefulness for winter has vanished. It's cold and a week into February and I'm dreaming of spring. I'm ready for sandals and skirts and warmth and trips to Target without checking the weather first. I'm ready to just be...warm.

I just ran across a writer's conference this spring and I think I'm going. How weird is that? I think it will be weird and I'm sure I'll be fighting feeling like an impostor the entire time. I read something recently about writing not for others, but to simply give voice to thoughts and ideas that need voice. I'm still working through the article and what it means to me and my life. Where I'm going with this crazy thing. I feel like I'm continually trying to see where this career of mine is taking me and I'm looking forward to going to a conference if for nothing but to see if I can hold my own in a room of 'real' writers.

Plans are being made for Isaac's birthday party in a couple of weeks. I'm already looking forward to it. I'm pretty impressed with myself for coming up with it and following through. I'm still working out the last of the details, but I'm pretty sure I'll have it together soon. Yay!

What I've watched while typing. While I still love this movie, I sometimes wish I could watch it again for the very first time. You can't ever get that viewing back. But, dude. He's just hot and that isn't contingent on a first viewing to appreciate.

(falling slowly, glen & marketa)