So, I laid VERY low today, sleeping and reading on the couch and generally taking it quite easy. Other than a sudden burst of effort wherein I vacuumed the whole apartment, reorganized my new bookcase, polished my jewelry, washed dishes, critted two short stories, and walked out to the alteration shop down on Cole.
Yeah. I don’t even know how to be sick properly.
Oh, and other than the fact that Notorious G is showing up any minute and we’re going to see Margaret Atwood interviewed this evening.
But totally, other than that, I am absolutely 100% taking it easy today. I read nearly 200 pages of The Fortress of Solitude. And a Camille Alexa short story. And part of that article in the New Yorker about Canada, or something. I mean, if that’s not taking it easy, I don’t know what is.
It’s not like I went to work or anything.
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So, yeah, I guess I’m not feeling all that bad. But I seriously did have a sore throat and a headache when I woke up, and I seriously did go back to sleep till like 8:30. Really. I did.