I’ve had pink eye, which is an unreasonably rosy name for something decidedly miserable. It coursed through all of my kids and settled in with me and while it was never welcome in the first place, it’s now overstayed in our apartment by nearly two weeks and I’m very ready to send it on its way.
Available brain space for things that have not been cold compresses and hot ones and tea bags of different varieties has been limited, but I do marvel at my ability to focus on the most essential things when time is short and resources scarce.
A short list of things I have found time for:
Trellising the windowbox peas.
Sun-bleaching the white towels.
Taking a chopstick and the vacuum hose to the innards of the kitchen radiator.
Spray painting a sidewalk-found outdoor bin.
Hauling home a discarded children’s picnic table.
Weeding between the pebbles in the front garden.
Sewing a banner that reads L-E-M-O-N-A-D-E.
Sitting on the silver roof in a bathing suit.
Listening to the final chapter of a book I started in October.
Things I haven’t:
Writing my newsletter.
Writing a blog post.
Writing a letter.
Writing at all.