today...

i am following all the rules. i ate chicken noodle soup. i drank 4 very tall glasses of orange juice. i am wandering around the house, back and forth, back and forth, between rooms, out of sorts, distracted. and i keep fiddling with that short story thing of mine. someone stop me if i'm messing it up. but i guess that means it isn't finished... or maybe sick-days aren't the right days to do editing and re-working. my sweetie is giggling and shaking his head at me because i stop what i'm doing and move on to something else every 15 minutes. i'm on a circuit of unfinished projects and, at 15 minute intervals each, i'm not really getting much done. it's just the strange sweep of boredom that comes from being under the weather, from wanting to be healthy and trying to fake my way to it. i am fog-filled. my guts are grumbling and i wish the sun was still up. night comes much too quickly in winter. i'm happy that we are post-solstice and the days will be lengthening soon. long days of light and drawing on the living room floor and cutting out cloud shapes and tying them up in front of the windows. i am already dreaming of spring. dresses and wild hair and maybe even painted toenails.