My 12 Day Headcold

My do gooding came crashing down when I realized that I was not fully recovered from this cold. I was informed at breakfast that I appeared gaunt. I found myself none to warm in layered sweaters even though it was a balmy 50 degrees. I saw shorts today. Yesterday, I thought that maybe it was time to clean up the mess of papers and do a couple of errands. It was only after those few errands stretched into two days that I realized that maybe I should just hide out for this holiday week and read the mountain of books that adorn my bed. I bought three blue Hyacinth blooms and dusted the top of the ancient built in closet that would now house my books. I began wearing a moss green knit scarf indoors and fell asleep again by two in the afternoon. I awoke neck deep and wallowing in literature. I drifted to sleep surrounded by the books that I wanted to find a place for. I am a mess, granted, but at least a culturally infused mess. I realized that I have to actually read the books which means sit in one place and not be scattered. My osmosis technique isn't working, so tonight I will keep myself home hoping to heal and recover. I will read and do nothing more. I will attack the good deeds when I am better.