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It’s always a fun thing to look back and wonder where the time went. Had it not been for the fact that I managed to journal a little bit of each day, I don’t think I’d be able to remember any of last week. maggot and I were comparing maladies and when I mentioned that I felt as if I’d been run over by a truck, he said that he too felt the same way. And he’d know; having been run over (literally speaking) a few times in the past. It’s faintly disturbing in a deja vu kid of way.
I went through my apartment to tidy up a bit yesterday and was fairly aghast at the detritus of an illness. The cats, unbeknownst to me, had spent a happy week fishing cough-drop wrappers out of the trash and batting them around; empty bottles of various cold remedies were scattered around my bathroom sink; and I’d managed to go through multiple boxes of Kleenex.
But I am much better; thank you for asking. I spent my weekend bundled up in my doona, sipping on tea and being lavished with feline love. The Tuxedo Cat, handsome scoundrel that he is, even deigned to nap on my lap once or twice. The MacGillicuddy stopped by bearing well-wishes and wonton soup, and the good doctor rushed over after his shift to make sure I was keeping warm and cozy. Even the nice people from the symphony stopped by Sunday afternoon to say that they missed me at the performance and would I be there for February?
Dan sent over pictures from Atlanta late last night, and I had to laugh at how well this one turned out. (Click to see a larger image.)
There is so much backstory in this picture that it isn’t even funny, but I adore all the people in it. Well, there’s one person whom I’d dearly love to stick with a knife standing dangerously close to me, but that’s a story best told over Hernandez coffee.