I trust your well. In fact I know you’re well. You seem to be more than happy taking issue with my immune system and reducing me to a useless pile of snot.
I’m not going to thank you for that.
Flu, I had plans for this week. So many plans that have not eventuated. Granted some of them were not all that scintillating – getting the suitcases from our holiday back to the shed is not a thrilling task, but it is a necessary one. Those suitcases have not moved. And it’s not from laziness – because of you, the shed might as well be in Antarctica. It’s a long walk and I’m going to need another layer of clothes. And you already have me rugged up enough.
It’s not just the necessary goals that haven’t been achieved, it’s the things I wanted to do. I was so looking forward to writing this week. What with preparing for holidays, and then being away, it feels like eons since I’ve really poured myself into my words.
I had blog posts planned.
And assignments to do. I was dreaming of doing some book editing over the long weekend.
And now? The best I can do is this whiny blog post aimed at a virus that can’t read.
Do you see what you have reduced me to???
Now if playing interference with my plans isn’t bad enough, can we please discuss your timing.
It’s Easter. A time of reflection and chocolate.
I like Easter for many reasons. It’s an important time of year, and yet for the last few days, I’ve been barely able to string anything resembling reflective thoughts together.
Besides which, I have no desire for chocolate.
My little man brought one home from school and gave it to me. Beautiful, wonderful, flavoursome Cadbury Easter chocolate.
And I thought I would be sick.
Why do you want to ruin chocolate for me? What have I ever done to you?
As we now stand, my Easter plans include hot baths, hot tea and toast. Which is some what less exciting than beach days, boat days, writing days and a chocolate coma.
So I’m not thanking you. I am offering you some advice though; it’s Easter. It’s a long weekend. Go take a break. Leave me and Boatman and all the other people in the world, and go vacation somewhere you enjoy so much, you never return from it.
I’m thinking the bottom of the Arctic Ocean would be a great place.
And seriously, don’t mess with my writing mojo again. It makes me a very grumpy person.