Nearing Normal…
After four days of lying in bed and watching umpteen hours of Are You Being Served, Battlestar Galactica, and Fat Actress (I fell in love with Kirstie), this morning I marshalled the will necessary to schlep my ass to work. My voice isn’t back yet and I’m still congested, but, all in all, I’m happy to be on my feet once again.
It also brings to an end the battle of wills warring on deep within my idle, convalescent noggin. Much like the rest of the country, my mind has a strong isolationist streak. That primitive, unintellectual desire to separate from the world of the living (as banal as it may be) and retreat to the dark, yet familiar corners of my mind was strong, indeed.
Thankfully, my mind launched a strong defense. As I lay in bed this morning, I couldn’t get my mother’s damned voice out of my head… “Why don’t you get up and take a shower and then see how you feel… Why don’t you go to work and if you still feel sick, you can always come home again.” As if to bolster it’s chances for survival, my mind brought out the heavy artillery… My grandmother’s voice. “Just eat a piece of toast and get moving, you’ll be fine!”
So, I did. And I am. Bitches…
I’ll be back in the studio this evening, as raspy as ever!
Antibiotic Kisses,
Wanda
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Thank g-d you’re on the mend honey. We’ve missed you.
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Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
and she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
hope you are better soon
we love ya!!!
Missing my Muse.
Did you at least get to see the episode where Mrs. Slocombe alters the electric piano-playing dish glove display so it’s flipping off Mr. Rumbold and Capt. Peacock? The sideways look on her face afterwards was just TOO priceless…I peed.
Hope you’re 100% soon!
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