This is what most of my day looked like. This virus sucks donkey dicks. I felt worse today than the previous days. And it is apparently never-ending as all of the children who have had it are still producing snot in award-winning amounts. I joined their ranks today, finding the one box of Kleenex in the house and using sheets and sheets of it.
August is doing a little bit better. He did not end up at a doctor's office today or an ER but instead his mama took him to the campsite where they had planned to be for the weekend and where Vergil and Levon are, along with some other friends. This is what he looked like this morning.
If anyone had asked me to play Uno I would have wept. I just haven't felt like doing a damn thing. I did watch a movie on Netflix that's been getting buzz as they say. Jane Campion's latest, "The Power of the Dog." It's set in Montana circa 1920's but was filmed in New Zealand where Campion is from. The set reminded me of "The Dressmaker" which was filmed in Australia and as much as I tried to make those mountains look like Montana, they just did not. Still, it was a pretty amazing movie. If the the lead actors in the film don't get some pretty serious Oscar nods I'll be surprised. Campion, too. And honestly, I'd watch it again. It's the kind of movie where, as the credits roll, you're asking yourself what just happened there?
Lots of intense subtlety.
(And this is why I don't review films.)
Oh yeah- this morning I woke myself up by biting my damn tongue. I think I've mentioned that I do this sometimes. And this time it was as if Satan had thrust a flame thrower into my mouth. I mean...DAMN! And it's bothered me all day. I guess I'll start wearing my oh-so-sexy-and-attractive teeth guard again along with my even-more-so-sexy-and-attractive wrist brace because my left wrist, the one that's not been right since I fell of a roof and broke it when I was seventeen, has been waking me up too. Weeding and sewing are two of the things that aggravate it the most and those are the only two things I've been doing for the most part. I'm not even sure the brace helps but it makes me feel as if I'm trying, at least.
"Thinking, thinking," the little twirling circle said.
Rather unbelievably, that did not work.
And then I figured it out ON MY OWN and I felt like Steve Jobs or something. So no more creepy voice but now something else is going on with the short remote so I'm just not using it. There's plenty to watch on Netflix. Right?
Because I'm not dying. Merely a bit pitiful. But not deserving of pity, trust me.