Good humor makes all things possible.
-Charles Schultz-

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
-Shakespeare-The Merchant of Venice-

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

If I should die before I wake

I don't mean to sound forlorn but I am tired of being sick.  Yesterday I rallied and felt game enough to paint a big oak bookshelf black (sanded/primed/painted, actually) and thought that surely today I'd wake up feeling good as new.  But instead I am quite tubercular with a side dish of bowling ball head.  When Lillian was in middle school she dragged around with actual pneumonia for months (another reminder not to leave me in charge of your children for more than a day or two) before I took her to be diagnosed.   Which qualifies me to know what pneumonia looks and sounds like. I'm not quite there yet.  (Which is probably what I told her.)

The convenient thing about not having a job right now is that I don't have to go to work sick, which is what I would have done because it's what everyone does, whether we admit it or not.  You might call in sick  for a day or two but then you surrender and drag your puny self in and try to appear well and not cough or sneeze on your unwilling colleagues, who wish you would stay home but come to work when they are sick too.  You know how exasperated you get when coworkers call in sick and you imagine them nursing a hangover or entertaining company?  They think that about you, too.  Unless you were like I was and only missed a few days in years and years of work.  She must really be sick, they would say.  Plus they knew I had a pretty dull social life and those other scenarios were unlikely.

So today I fiddled with my blog background and poked through the bloggers that MY bloggers like; even finding a few to add.  Who are YOUR favorites?  Kindly share; I've got nothing but time these days...


    This one always makes me feel better. And gives you a cry so good it's like a work out.
    ps I'm trying to get my blog back on. Suffering a case of writers insecurities..

  2. When I was playing NextBlog (what a concept) I stumbled over the BWO idea: Never say "sorry its been so long since I last posted". Sure, our readers would love it but we get to blog or not blog whenever we want. We're the boss of us, at least here on the interwebs.
    PS: I am grateful for my face.

  3. It was worth it though because once I got to the Dr, they all gasped and screamed about the horrifying state of my pneumonic lungs and I got to make you feel RULLY guilty for not taking your poor helpless baby to the Dr sooner.
    Plus I got lots of ice cream and sympathy. Cough*cough* I think I feel another bout coming along now!