The photographer is
out IN. But, she has nothing to show for it this week.
It appears that I am finally out from under my strep throat/flu/cold coma that bludgeoned me on Monday afternoon. I went to bed early Monday evening, and wasn’t able to stay awake for more than an hour or so at a time on either Tuesday or Wednesday. Today I slept in again, but finally emerged from my Nyquil haze at around noon, and was able to do some laundry and unload the dishwasher. Progress. I’ve also been able to swallow without grimacing, take a shower, do some reading, and read some email.
What I have not done is take out my camera to do my Wednesday Lens Day post, but I will do my best to tackle something creative before next week. Provided that I get my scheduled workouts in first, that is. Yes, I have sinned, and sinned hard. The only food I have been able to taste/swallow the last few days is frozen custard and grilled cheese sandwiches. Even the most righteous of you fitness babes can admit that it’s hard to enjoy healthy, crunchy fruits and veggies when your throat is too swollen and coated in salty mucus to override your gag reflexes. So, I was weak. Or, I was so weak. Either way, my fatness and I have a score to settle on the elliptical, ASAP. Oh yeah, it is so ON. Wait … unless … is it possible that the magical, creamy custard has cured me? 😉
I’ve got to keep this short and sweet, but before I sign off, I’d like to share a mushy public display of affection for my husband Malcolm, aka “Dr. Love”. He has been patient, sweet, and has waited on me hand and foot for the last two days. Mal, you lift my spirits and make me smile, even when I feel my worst. YOU are my real cure, and my reason. I love you, and I am so lucky to be your girl. Thanks again, for “carrying” me. Again.