I think it is quite possible that I am actually sick or, something like that. I have laid on the bed almost the entire day, reading mostly. I feel achy and at times a little chilly, then too warm again. No energy whatsoever. The thought of walking as far as the chicken coop seemed impossible and absurd. Didn't I do this a few months ago?
I've gotten up and taken a shower and tidied the kitchen and will make supper. I can do that.
Meanwhile, Mr. Moon has been busy the entire day, cleaning out and organizing some of the outbuildings he keeps things in. Or so he says. I would have no idea. I do know that every now and then he's made his way to the bedroom and kissed me and asked me if I wanted anything and that he certainly appeared to have been working very, very hard.
He is such a good man.
It's odd but sometimes it is a relief, even for a bad (albeit mainly silent) hypochondriac like me for whom every symptom or perceived symptom points directly to a terminal illness, to realize that maybe it's not that I am falling prey to a new and horrible mental illness, but perhaps just a little ill with something.
Well, we shall see what happens. If this is like the last time (as far as I can recall) I will wake up tomorrow much improved.
And in the meantime, I have almost caught up with all of the magazines in this house, even the Oxford American which, if read cover-to-cover (and how else would you do it?) can take as much time as a novella to read. Speaking of novellas, both the New Yorker and the Oxford have run articles about Alan Gurganus who has a new book of three linked novellas (Local Souls) out which sounds as if it might be fine. I tried like hell to read his Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All but simply could not do it. Perhaps the novellas will be more my glass of sweet tea. He certainly sounds like someone I would love to be friends with.
And no, I do not care to discuss the time I spent on my iPad, reading the blog of Nie Nie, the Mormon woman who almost died in a plane crash and who is quite simply, the MOST GRATEFUL AND FAITHFUL MORMON HOUSEWIFE ON THE PLANET AND WHO LOVES HER HUSBAND AND FIVE CHILDREN MORE THAN CAN BE UNDERSTOOD UNLESS WE LIVE IN THE CELESTIAL KINGDOM! and who has all sorts of really cute clothes and jewelry and stuff on her blog that even I could buy if I'd just click on the links, as well as lots of links where I could find out all about what Mormons believe and she'll even send me a Book of Mormon FOR FREE.
No. I don't want to do discuss that. But you know I'm fascinated by Mormons. I just am and don't you judge me.
Well, that's the news from this tiny little part of a tiny little village in North Florida.
Let's all be well and love as best WE can, we mere mortals, here somewhere south (North?) of the Celestial Kingdom.