Sick day

(Edited to add:  This picture was a premonition.  This morning I woke up to Belle mewling in that certain way when she has brought us something.  Usually a lizard.  Or the occasional snake.  Lot’s of times it is little birds.  She’s stealthy, that cat.  She doesn’t kill them – she brings them in and let’s them go and we have to deal with them.  So this morning she’s mewling but comes right into my bedroom empty handed.  I get up, have my Diet Coke and write my blog entry for the day.  I was trying to find a vintage get well card in my stash of images but liked the colors in this one.

Well now I can hear chirping coming from somewhere in the house.  I have all the doors wide open hoping it will fly out on its own.  So far I can’t find it.  I also have a confession – I have a phobia of flying things.  More specifically butterflies and moths but birds flying in close proximity to me freak me out. 

What a way to start the day.  For the bird and me.)

This cold has firmly planted itself into my chest and doesn’t appear to want to leave.  I’m moping around the house half-heartedly starting little projects and abandoning them when my energy and motivation wane. 

What my body really wants is to nap and I’m so not a napper.  I hate that feeling that you aren’t entirely asleep and when you do wake up from your stupor you feel totally discombobulated.  I feel groggy and stupid after napping, not refreshed. 

So instead I’ll wander about and see what rooms need rearranging.

It’s funny, my husband, while aware of this blog, isn’t a regular reader.  He’s more of a sporadic reader.  Yesterday he asked me what the URL was so he could catch up. 

He was reading for a while then hopped up from the computer, went back to the guest room and then came back into the kitchen where I was sitting.  "I didn’t realize you had painted the sconces in the guest room." 

The guest room is straight down the hallway and you can see the sconces from the doorway.  He must have walked down the hallway a million times since I painted them.

I think I’ll spend the day changing a few things up and will see how long it takes him to notice.