I canceled my plans (writing group) today because I feel so rotten. It’s 30 degrees outside, and my husband just called to say that where he is it’s snowing. SNOWING…after we’ve had temperatures in the 80s. This weather is crazy.
My cough is worse, I’m even more sore from Sunday’s fall, and I have no energy. I’ll try to write, but I’m not holding my breath. I can hear the wind blowing, the color out there is grey, and I might even call the doctor, but really, I can hardly imagine all the work it will take to shower, dress, and drive the eleven miles to his office, even if I could get an appointment. All I want to do is curl up and sleep…all day.
Now if that doesn’t sound like a “couch potato” sort of day, I can’t think of anything that does. So I hope you will forgive me for not being very productive.
Maybe I’ll get back here later. Thank you for understanding.