I am beginning to get over this bad bad cold, which had me in bed for days. I read a lot, drank a lot tea, and slept between coughing spasms, and now feel as though I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It may have been that 24 hour bug I had earlier this month that reduced my resistance, because I am usually never sick. Never say never. One good thing: Dave had the cold first and got over it sooner, and yesterday brought me lunch; Tomato bisque soup with grilled cheese. So delicious and heartwarming. His nursing improves!
If I get out of bed, I may wander into the studio and see where I left off, but no promises. Funny how when you don't see your work you begin to think of other things you want to make and now I wonder if I will want to continue with the previous starts, or begin something new?
My dawgs kept me company all week, hogging the bed and snoring away. I am in deep dawg love. Yesterday Chumley went for a run in the mud and then jumped on my bed and got me and the covers all muddy. I had to strip the bed, change pjs and sweep the floors, before returning to a bed with clean sheets. His escapade may have turned the tide. Fresh bedding is so much healthier!
My reading materials were all detective stories, with lots of Robert B. Parker's Sunny Randall books. Very light and fun, comforting in their familiarity. And then I got into Jonathan Kellerman's Therapy which was very engrossing and a new author for me. I likey! Reading and snoozing made the misery less miserable.
Since we were both sick and had very little in the way of cold medicine in the house I resorted to Vicks under the nose. It still works.