n. difficulty getting out of bed in the morning (via futility closet)

Today’s sickness manifestation: pulmonary!

Nothing could be more boring than a. making excuses for poor blog writing and b. detailing one’s maladies. Yet here I be, with very little in my head but congestion and vague thoughts of tea. I was going to paraphrase a passage from The Bell Jar here — until my last bit of functioning brain realized what a ridiculous thing that would be.

Inappropriate comparisons to suicidal writers aside, I do tend to simmer and not ask for help when I need it, especially when I am feeling poorly. So it was like magic when my cousin (who lives 300 miles away) happened to be in town, and happened to have food, and was wondering if she could swing by with it before she left town? Huh?

Lamb stew, risotto, a hunk of parmesan to grate. Walnut cookie. Smiling cousin-face, not only making the excellent sympathy sounds, but also greeting me with “you look great!”

Wow, family. My family. I’m lucky.

nablopomo 07 day 4