Friday, I started to crash. I assumed the sleepless nights from The Yogurt Incident* had drained me. Saturday I coughed, dozed and perspired. Today, I feel better but weak.
You know the type of tired that feels boneless and hollow? Not a depressed-tired, but a physical-tired that seems as if it could be cured with wires, ropes and pulleys? Yep. That’s where I’m at.
As a consequence, I’m cuddled up with my laptop extracting and re-coloring vintage digital images for collage. I hope to be visiting with you soon!