I’ve been wearing the same pair of wool socks, without interruption, for the entire year; the same pair of jammies – 2/3rds of the year. I trust that 2012 will include plenty of articulate discussion but this I take on faith alone; I’ve been without my voice since last year. It’s a whopper of a cold that’s battered me into a (unwashed) (phlegm-y) (Marge-Simpson-sounding) sorry pile of blah. I’m at all times within arm’s reach of Osha Root tincture, to keep the sinuses from exploding. A while ago, I rallied and managed to haul in a pile of firewood; Cold knows no reprieve for the sick.
The Boy and I are snuggled up by that hard-won fire, sipping tea, listening to the radio. I plan to take out my knitting and bunker down for a while, whispering my way through another day. I may or may not change my socks and jammies. Probably not.