I try not to use clichés*, but the weather has changed abruptly to the thick fog that means winter here, and some mornings it really does feel like it weighs everything down. Other mornings it feels like we live in a cloud, since we can’t see beyond the edges of our neighbors’ houses.
Sunday I felt my appetite returning and yesterday I thought I was getting better, but I was too optimistic. I woke up this morning feeling as sick as I had over the weekend. I skipped watercolor class and took to bed with Sense and Sensibility and Seamonsters and the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living. I’m taking it easy and hoping my energy will return in time for Saturday’s show. In the meantime, if updates here are less frequent than usual, you’ll know why.
Love and health to you all!
*Well, most of the time. Some clichés I love and will use whenever I can, like “more ____ than you can shake a stick at.”