Sick Day–the Recuperation

I tried to pretend like I wasn’t still sick this morning. I went and did my park and came home and did a load of dishes. By the time I was done doing the dishes, I was sweating so bad that you’d have thought I ran a marathon. So, clearly not done being sick.

I napped most of the afternoon, but when this is your sick bed?

It’s hard to complain.

I have to tell you, the thought of moving from my house someday doesn’t really bother me. I like my house fine, but I’m not in love with it. But the thought of having to leave this spot? Where I’ve planted trees and dug in the dirt?

I’d as soon build a whole new house more to my liking in this very spot than leave here.

I’m Out Sick One Day and the World Goes Wacky?!

I’m a little bummed because I liked my life in whatever parallel universe I lived in up until yesterday. It’ll be weird if the Mrs. Wigglebottom in this universe is suddenly well-behaved or if my dad has blond hair or if my brother is a hair-dresser or something.

But I’m kind of digging the changes I’ve noticed so far. For one, there’s an actual funny, charming story in the New York Times about mushrooms. For another, I’m agreeing with Toby Fucking Keith?!

This is a strange, new universe. Diet Dr Pepper still tastes the same, though, so I think it’ll be okay.