Friday was another wake up in the morning at three, pace around, stare at the ceiling, go back to bed at six, but not getting out of bed again until noon with two naps in the afternoon and I was thinking that evening, preparing to watch my Japanese soaps, this has probably done me good. I've looking for something to do me good.
We can wind up the “woe is me I'm sick” monologue now, right?
One never knows.
Sunday. OK, progress. This is taking a long time, but I was able to put together a couple of CD's to drop off at Color Express tomorrow, something I wasn't sure I was going to do until it was done. I've got the flu and the holiday blues and neither encourages getting anything done. Flu and blues and whatever else as yet unidentified. Not worth writing an entry if all you can do is bellyache about your bellyache.
Friday, Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve is the start of a four day weekend. I had something different at the usual cafe for breakfast, a crab cake something or other with Hollandaise sauce, lunch consisting of a pint of Häagen-Dazs Vanilla Chocolate Chip ice cream and a bottle of Coke. Comfort food. I have most of a bottle of sake sitting in the kitchen and a Netflix movie sitting next to the player beside the bed. Yes, yes, I still have the flu - a cough, tired, no ambition - but life is good, the year is almost over and I'm looking forward to the coming year. Thanks to MRS and MSJ for their kind invitation to dinner and, oh yes: I received a Christmas card from my good friend MRW. Excitement. Here in Oakland.