So I've been flat on my back the past couple of days.
And last Wednesday as well.
The funny thing is that I felt pretty great in between.
"And why the cactus," you ask?
Was that correctly punctuated?
Or is it: "And why the cactus?", you ask.
No, that doesn't look right.
My husband was adamant about getting me to the doctor yesterday,
even though I was quite sure I'd recover on my own.
I'm glad I went, though, because even with the Z-pack I'm having a
hard time moving today. Very achy. I intend to be well tomorrow,
so if we have plans, don't assume they're canceled!
Oh -- another thing. While I've been lying here thinking about the
past and my many plans for the future, I have decided to start
sketching again. I'm not sure why I stopped. I think I started thinking
too much. I wanted to create something more symbolically meaningful.
But now I'm not creating anything at all.
So back to the drawing board, as they say.
Back to the drawing board.