I was just a shade to the left of vivid at a church meeting last night, not in color, but in proximity to the sort of delirious mania I tend to exhibit when running even a low-grade fever (which is all I usually run anyway. Even with strep, I had little to no fever.)
I am tucked up on the couch with interim ministry materials.
Many thanks to Snowman for bringing me soup.
#1 Son lost his phone, so if he should read this, I hope he’ll find a way to get in touch with me tomorrow, which will be his 21st birthday.
I know it’s true that I gave birth in 1986, but it somehow seems wrong, nevertheless.
My graying hair looks much better in the downstairs bathroom mirror than in the upstairs; do you think it could be the new fluorescent bulbs in the former? (They give the skin a certain jaundiced tone, but they’re good for the hair.)
It is 8 degrees here, with a wind chill making it feel like -13.
Although the weather is a little less frigid where Pure Luck is, he fully expects to wear his Ninja Snowsuit at work tonight.
I’m still the #1 Google search for ninja snowsuit, but that’s probably because no one else ever thought of writing about such a thing.
Yes, something resembling a delirious mania.