Time for a little healing, indeed! I’m falling ill. Nagging, tickling cough started sometime yesterday and has just progressed. My throat is raw and scratchy, and I’m trying to not cough because when I do all I get is one big convulsion of my throat that hurts like a mofo. I’m determined to sit in my chair, drink juice, and watch tv all day. Rest.
Once again, my attempts at quitting smoking are given a boost: get me ill and smoking goes down to nothing, or next to nothing. Mmmm. Maybe I should pay attention to this!
My attempts to help myself through a little piano playing yesterday didn’t go so well. I laid my hands on the keyboard and found…
And once you’ve found that, it’s hard to let go of it. So I amused myself for 10 minutes by playing it out by ear. Got much further than I thought I ever could. Who knows? Maybe I’ll do a techno version someday.
Surrendered to dirt yesterday. I not only cleaned up around the house, I cleaned the dust-sucker (in Dutch, a vacuum or hoover is literally translated as dust-sucker. So much more appropriate). You’re gonna get dirty when you clean your cleaning tools. But I emptied everything out, wiped out all the grit and grime, and rinsed the filters. Good to go for awhile again.
Why the fuck am I writing about the goddamn dust sucker?
Fuck if I know.
Okay, I surrender. I’m a pussy when I get ill. My head goes all fuzzy and I just don’t make any sense. I slept eight hours, been up for two, and feel like I’m ready for breakfast and a nap. So I’ll go make my oatmeal, read a few more posts (keep falling behind on reading everyone’s words!), and then it’s chair time with my eyes closed.
I’m down for the count.