Silence

I am sick for the first time in over eight months. This doesn't surprise me. I've done a LOT of complaining in the past week. Way more than my share. So what did the Universe do? Took my voice. I kid you not. I cannot speak at all, and I have spent the day in complete silence.

Which, by the way, isn't the worse thing in the world. I cooked dinner for the first time in weeks. Listened to Van Morrison. (I cannot be in a bad mood listening to Into the Mystic). Wrote a real letter (the first one in years) to Bob. Ate Breyer's Cookies and Cream while watching a Lifetime movie. Great idea, if you're in a slump. Your life isn't really that bad until it's used for a made-for-TV movie.

More later, when the medication-induced haze has passed. Love to all!