Herself: Estate sale, worked at the Discovery shop, dinner with feasters, and home to get sick.
Reading: James Beard Cook books.
Balance: None today.
And here at work, sorting those mountains of things, those great, giant donation piles that arrived this Saturday and every Saturday, I had thought I was just being allergic to the dust. Those sleepless nights I thought the same things. I awoke half dreaming of the cracked 1800’s dishes that were thrown away. We couldn’t sell them. I awoke tossing and turning with a runny nose but feeling fine at four to get up at five.
Nope, it appears that dust may not be the cause. I may have a bit of a common cold….one of those tickle the sinus things that slowly blossoms into something lethal. So far it’s creeping downward only to be thwarted by Zicam and Tylenol. Once I realized that disease be me, I let the dinner friends of yesterday know and the folks we were to visit in LA know too.
I don’t think they will want me either. I certainly don’t tho I refuse to admit the problem or I will be stuck in bed wrapped in comforter warmth with gallons of water and chicken soup by my side. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………..