Sunday morning, someone is drawing bath water, the dogs are quiet and my stomach to talking to me. I hear, but ignore.
I haven't blogged in days. I started to late last night but ended up deleting before I was finished and went to bed. That's kind of how I've been these past four days. Sort of here but not really. I have not felt well and until Christmas eve I was in denial that I was sick (a common defensive tactic of mine) and simply wrote it off as sinus related stuff - but I've decided now it's some kind of upper respiratory thingy.
My loving wife made me homemade crumpets and ham on Christmas and I watched Il Postino (recommended by Kelli Agodon) - which I enjoyed in spite of following the subtitles in my fuzzy head. I will watch it again soon and probably enjoy it more if my eyes and brain are working better together.
I've written already this morning, so the day has started well. Holding off on breakfast as long as I can - my blood sugar numbers are a little elevated as a result of being sick.
Have several things I want to get done today - but I don't want to push myself. I really have too much to do at the office not to go in tomorrow, so I don't want to overdue things today.
I pulled my copy of Unmentionables by Beth Ann Fennelly off the night stand to read a few poems this morning. Feel like a cup of coffee, but not till I have something else in my stomach first. Off to read now. Maybe, just maybe I'll have something more profound to say when I rejoin the world in another post later today.