I'm feeling a bit improved. But if nothing else, life has taught me that diving headlong back into projects would be a great mistake. Either shampooing carpets (we're hosting a dinner party for 20 in little over a week) or putting together a photo-heavy blog post about Catholic Basilica's would be a grave error. Photographs of beseeching saint's aside, I would soon backslide into misery.
Ok, I had to include just one photo because this saint's besseching seems equal to my suffering.
My friend Thirkellgirl has stated that "The Poisonwood Bible" is a terrible tome to embrace while the in the throes of the flu. Hoo boy...she's right! But it's too late, I've only about 30 pages left. Every pestilence and plague that darkest Africa has to offer has been thrown my way and in my fever I imagine I'm suffering from each and every one - malaria especially. I wonder if they sell quinine at Walmart's pharmacy.
The meds are causing a strange lightness, a slight out-of-body feeling. Any moment my better half will rise up to the ceiling and denounce me, "You silly moron. Blogging while hallucinating??"