Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Day Five

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Keeping it real.

Kleenex, cough drops, medicine. Repeat.

I’ve reached the stage where coughing keeps me awake at night. That’s what happened last night and I’m feeling exhausted today. But in other ways, I am getting better. I just need to rest and be patient.

With that in mind, I decided to opt out of going into the city today for the Meet and Greet for Anastasia. I’m sorry I’m missing it (you remember I went into the city a day ahead of time for the first scheduled Meet and Greet, which got canceled because of that snowstorm.) I seem fated to not be a part of that particular event.

Anyway, the thought of the commute, the worry about coughing jags and possibly infecting others, and my exhaustion made me decide to stay home. Darko doesn’t need me for a while so I’m going to be grateful for that and take care of myself.

I am finally able to read, which is a good thing. At least I’ve improved enough to be able concentrate on something in print. The big test today will be whether I can concentrate on the New York Times crossword puzzle.

Don leaves in three weeks. I’m starting to have an awfully hard time with that reality.

By the way, I actually saw a commercial last night plugging the FIC’s nominee for the Supreme Court. I might be wrong, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen that kind of thing before. We were dumbfounded.

Happy Thursday.

Wednesday, Day Four

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Still under the weather with, I think, the flu or some sort of virus. I’ve had a slight temperature off and on, congestion, coughing, blah, blah, blah. Last night, I went to bed at 9:00 and slept until 8:00 this morning. Eleven hours! That never happens unless I’m really sick.

The good news: I was supposed to go into NYC for rehearsal today. But, as I looked at the rehearsal schedule when it arrived in my email last night, it didn’t seem as if I was needed, so I contacted the stage manager to see if that was the case. My fingers were crossed, as the thought of a four hour round trip journey in and out of Manhattan was daunting, to say the least. She wrote me back, confirmed that I wasn’t needed, and said STAY IN BED. I’ll either need to go in tomorrow or Friday, but having today free is a blessing.

So, life has been about feeling miserable, not eating very much and not having the energy to even read. Today, I feel a bit better, thank goodness.

This came yesterday:

As I was putting it on the bookshelf, I realized that I have a numerical run of the books, not by planning, just coincidentally. 12 through 18. The Mystery of the Ivory Charm  is number 13.

That, my friends, is it for now. Don is taking care of me, bless his heart, and I’m hoping that this day brings more strength and healing.

Happy Wednesday.

A Story

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Still feeling crappy. A cold? A sinus thing? I’m not sure, but I’m coughing a lot and sleep was elusive last night. I must feel better by tomorrow as I have to go into the city for rehearsal. So I’m ordering this ‘thing’ to leave my body by tonight.

I’m going to share a little story with you. Some of you may have seen it on Facebook yesterday.

Don went to a local protest yesterday in the neighboring college town. (Obviously, I couldn’t go.) The idea behind the protest – on President’s Day – was to erect a ‘wall’ made of boxes. Everyone brought a box, and soon after the protest commenced, the wall was built. At the end of the protest, several children were going to knock down the wall.

As the band played, out of nowhere a bald eagle appeared.

As more and more people in the crowd noticed the eagle, the cheers grew louder.

That beautiful eagle – a symbol of our democracy – circled three times and then moved on.

Then they knocked the wall down.

I’ve seen bald eagles before, but not in this neck of the woods – though I’m sure they’re out there.

You can’t tell me that wasn’t a message. Don told me everyone remarked on how spiritual the experience was.

The bald eagle has spoken. Time to take back our country.

Happy Tuesday.

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