Dear friends, the antihistamines are still doing their work, and still rendering me dopey in the process. I've been spending much of the weekend deep in thought. You may be able to ascertain just what's been on my mind. (In my infinite genius, I forgot to turn off the flash on the camera and thus picked up a bit of reflection, but hopefully the subject matter will transcend my sloppy photo skills.) For now, I will let the pictures do the talking, and once I am back on my writing feed, I will honor the exhortations of a very dear friend and write some damn new copy already.
Okay. I’ll be here. Waiting patiently. Watching my hair turn grey. It’s okay. I have no library books and nothing at all left to read except the Sunday paper that I’ve already read. I think I’m losing my vocabulary for having no mental stimulation. But really. It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. It’s not like I come here to glory in your words and your great baking and your wonderful insight.
(feel better soon!)