Snippets. I’m living my life in snippets. And I’ve come to realize if I hope to blog my way through this particular phase of existence then I’d better learn to blog in snippets, too.
Being sick for me looks like a roller coaster. Slogging through the worst of it is climbing that really big hill before the first drop. I’m dying. I think I’m dying. No, seriously, just shoot me, this is slow death here. It’s brutal, interminable, and I feel like I’m moving through molasses but somehow regular life still pounds on the door demanding attention from my congested body. But there’s a tipping point, that moment when the car crests the peak and ever.so.slowly begins to lean toward a downward rush into clarity.
Today was that day. I woke up after eleven hours of sleep a new woman. Or if not a new woman then at least a woman who can survive with cold medicine and a box of tissues close at hand. Now for a few snippet thoughts.
Living in a house that needs to be ready to show at a moment’s notice is like being OCD on an adrenaline drip after a triple shot of espresso. Every teeny dust mote suddenly has its own spotlight. Not that living in a house with four human beings, two dogs, and a cat doesn’t bring enough grime on the daily.
One month ago I’d have said there was a zero percent chance of being pulled over with a bag of dirty laundry stuffed in the back seat. Piled up and over in the laundry room? Yes. But not rolling around town with it buckled in back. Now? When someone calls at two o’clock and says they want to show the house at six? Let’s just say there’s a chance the cop will wonder if I’m hauling a body around waiting to stumble across a dumpster.
I’m obsessed with the Netflix series The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Seriously, guys, this show is so good. You know, if you’re looking for something that makes you laugh until tears run down your face. It’s good for that. [Edit: My friend Carol pointed out that this is an Amazon Prime series and yes, indeed, it is. Writing through the cough medicine fog. The struggle is real.]
And apparently that’s my limit for coherent thought today. I feel the fogginess of crud descending so it’s hit publish now or perish forever.
Ahh, the miseries of a cold, or a sinus infection, or the flu, or any of those things that drag us down in to their abyss of misery. And the joy of beginning to feel human, to see light once again! I love Mrs. Maisel too – but did you mean Amazon Prime instead of Netflix?
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Whoops! I surely did at that!! Amazon Prime delivers all sorts of goodies. 😉
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I hope you start feeling better very soon, Laura.
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Thanks, Dan. Baby steps here. Decent sleep is an excellent start.
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Rest is best!
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That was very coherent. Hope you feel better soon. I once got pulled over for not having a child correctly belted into the child seat. Look on the cops face when he found out that the child was in fact a 3ft toy gorilla making its way from Toys R Us.
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Fantastic! That must have been quite a surprise.
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