from Arian's Etsy Shop
This print sums up this week nicely. Plus it’s adorable. It has an owl, and he’s using a mushroom as an umbrella! SOLD. I’ve been under the weather since Friday, with the cursory January cold that always seems to catch up to me no matter how many multivitamins I ingest or how fervently I swear, “Not this year!” It always, always catches up to me. And so, what can I do but stay in bed, with a hot cup of chai tea and a stack of books? To go out into the world would be putting everyone else at risk for this terrible cold. And so, I did the lazy noble thing and stayed home. There’s only one problem, I’m not very good at being sick. That is, I can stay in bed and let my body heal to an extent, and then maddening boredom sets in and I typically go tottering off, blanket wrapped around shoulders, in search of “things that need to be done”.
This is roughly how this morning went:
830 am: wake up, realize there is no way (barring assistance from a crane) that I can get out of bed. Call in sick to practicum.
845: manage to reach kitchen for glass of water and soy yoghurt. Glare at boyfriend for having passed the cold on to me. Return to bed. Find dog has taken my warm place, so I take the other side of the bed.
1045: wake up to dog slowly pushing me out of bed (how does he do this?! he only weighs 20lbs…). Sit in bed and read/doze.
1200: realize that if I stay in bed any longer, I may go mad. Toss blankets off, preparing to tackle the world. Fall back into bed realizing that sitting up makes me dizzy. Huff. Scowl. Declare that I will not be taken down by a simple cold and that darn it, I can beat this! Look at dog, who stares at me with a cocked eyebrow. Terriers are so judgemental.
1215: finally drag myself out of bed and into a piping hot shower. Muse that if I stayed in the shower forever, I’d be able to breathe through my nose. Realize that living in the shower would lead to wrinkly skin. Grumble accordingly.
1230: Back in business! Hair done! Make-up on! I now resemble a slightly sleep deprived but respectable woman instead of the zombie that lurched out of bed this morning. By this point I have upgraded from pajamas to yoga pants. I consider this a victory.
100: Three cups of tea and a peanut butter sandwich later I’m as far as the couch! Take that, cold.
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