Poor, poor me. Will you indulge me in a little self-pity? I've had a free-flowing nose and general peakiness for a three days now (I know, I know, for all those who have experienced or are experiencing genuine illness, I am truly sorry for my egotism). I am sure it is just a cold, just as I am sure my inability to record myself for longer than twenty seconds on What's App has to do with (a lack of) finger stability, but these certainties make the situations no less tiresome and irritating.
And so, for the third night in a row, I am already in bed at 7:15, cold medicine in my system, hoping, hoping, hoping tonight will be the night I get a good night's sleep and turn this d*#n bug around. I'd better, because I'm due to sing tomorrow morning, and can't back out because I've been told there's a lack of my particular part at this particular sing-out. In other words, I asked for an out and was told "Um, no."
So, I'm not going to bother counting, but just list some thankfuls I can think of and hope the SGV will grant me mercy as I drowse with tissues stuffed in my nostrils.
In spite of Brian being sick as well, he is stepping up his game and taking the kids as much as he can.
It is officially the holidays. Maggie has school Monday and Tuesday, which I, as a person of Southern Christian origin, find this borderline blasphemous. So I've said, "Eff that, you're staying home to play with your grandparents!"
In spite of my weak and wasted state, I actually started holiday baking with the expectation that the heat will kill off all the germs. Right?
I've taken this bedridden opportunity to discover Serial, a podcast I keep hearing about. Really, the perfect thing for a cold. I'm on Episode Three, and it is positively riveting. No spoilers!
Let's see...I've discovered mincemeat actually contains no meat. I didn't know this fact. I was a bit put off by Lizzi's mincemeat pies dusted with powdered sugar until I read the "meat" was from fruit and nuts. So much better. I still think she should change her name to something like Amity Diggidge and don a hoop skirt.
Speaking of Facebook, I am thinking of starting a petition to get Lisa to join Facebook. She just needs to understand pseudonyms are acceptable (may I recommend this site).
And speaking of shoulds, I had an odd encounter this week.
I was at Goodwill, shopping for frames and nightstands while my daughter was at gymnastics (PT). My son loves the "play area," a semi-walled corner full of toys, and I will often drop him there and run off to shop for a minute or two before checking back. Well, on this occasion, I went to check back on him after finding the size frame I needed and passed two women looking at a artificial Christmas tree. As I watched Leo play, I realized I would need to blow my nose and so reached in my pocket for the tissues I have found need to keep handy.
After the fact, I placed my dirty tissue back in my coat pocket, and I noticed one of the women shopping for the Christmas tree staring at me. Not one to be cowed, I stared back (though puzzled). After several seconds, she said, "Most people find a private place to do that."
She went on to say, "We are thinking of buying this Christmas tree." I did not blow my nose on the tree, nor was I above the tree when I blew my nose. I would describe the tree as partially next to and behind me when I blew my nose. Highly irritated, I responded in a matching tone, "And I need to stand here to watch my son." With noticeable exasperation, she and her friend moved away with their tree.
Now if I were a person who acted out of love towards my fellow beings at all times, I would have been nicer. But I'm not. This episode reminded me that when someone shoulds me, my reaction is to say, "Watch me!" In this case, I wanted to blow my nose on her.
(In other words, if Lisa says, "Eff you, I won't join Facebook," I would understand.)
Fortunately, I have What's App, and Lizzi supported my actions and reactions, albeit explained in short bursts of (what I am can only imagine is) uncontrollable finger twitching. So I am thankful for What's App, self-understanding, and friends who feel the same.
Does that get me to ten? I'm not counting.
I understand there will be no HTML this week but we are linking on Facebook (Lisa). I don't see anything up yet, but I am going to bed. I'll link up tomorrow. Or sometime in the middle of night when I am tossing and turning.