what 'work' looks like on a sick-day...

sniffling my way through two volumes of kiki smith's work, vitamin D, and (of course), my girlicous collection of poetry.
eating oranges.
too much coffee.
sitting against the wall, looking at the painting... really looking, and making a list of all the shit that just ain't working.
tons of mental notes which my snot-clogged brain definitely won't hold on to. crocheting, off and on, all day and all evening and most likely all night.
re-reading old diaries and pulling out golden little lines of disturbed, enjambed, romantic fascinations.
checking and re-checking the contents of the refrigerator, hoping something wonderful has appeared.