Sleepy Sunday

I slept most of the day away, which was fine with me, because I finally feel as if I'm catching up with sleep that I've lost since I've been sick. When I woke up this morning at 5:30, it was nice to see 5:30 on the clock, rather than the 1:30 or 3:30 that I've been looking at every other night. Needless to say, my "little cold" graduated to a "real flu" sometime during the week. But this is just a minor inconvenience, as I've been saying.

My friend up in NY is out of the hospital now, and resting at home. They plan to do radiation, rather than surgery. So she'll be going back and forth for the treatments until the doctors say "Enough." Needless to say, her life has been forever changed. I applaud her bravery. I keep wondering what I'd be doing if I were in her shoes. I've never been much in favor for going to doctors, and I know my name must be on the medical community's list of "The Ten Worst Patients."

Our friend and around-the-corner neighbor V stopped by today, to cheer me up a little bit and wish me a speedy recovery from this flu. V has been seeing my husband around the neighborhood every morning as they walk the dogs, and she's been getting bulletins from him on the state of my un-health. V decided that a little shopping bag of "holiday goodies" was in order. Knowing how V shops for holidays months and years in advance, I asked her Which holiday are you working on here? before I opened the gift.

Inside the bag was a set of salt and pepper shakers with a Christmas design, and two amber glass candleholders in turkey-shapes. V said that she bought the items for me with the lake cottage in mind, being that they were more "country" than Victorian in style. As soon as V came into the house, I asked her if she was sure she wanted to even be this close to my germs, but she said she had her own flu a few weeks ago, and besides, she said she needed to do something fun before she went to Kroger for groceries.

After V left (she signed our guest book and found two books in my give-away basket by the front door)........ I realized that in all the years we've lived here, V is the only one of our neighbors to have ever seen me without my hair done and my make-up on.

Well, tomorrow is a new day, and the beginning of a new week. I felt better today than I did yesterday, so I'm hoping that I'll feel better tomorrow than I do today. My plan tomorrow morning is to get up, take a bubble-bath, do my make-up and hair, and get dressed. Real clothes. Not sit-around-the-house-with-unmatched-clothes-that-are-the-most-comfortable-because-everything-including-your-hair-hurts.