At Least They're Committed

Twenty-minute coughing jag! I want sympathy! OK, 20 minutes is a wild exaggeration, but it seeeemed like it. Eh, I’m staying home again tomorrow. Not gonna spread this any farther. (Yes, farther is right because it’s an actual distance as opposed to an intangible, such as ‘furthering the motion.’)

My ears are ringing. I wonder if someone is talking about me? Hmmm. Or maybe thinking about me?! 🙂 Nice! In college, when I’d hear gossip about myself (it was amazing how much decadent fun I was having and I never even knew it) I was always pleased and never took offense, no matter how sordid and off base it was. The real shame, I thought then and still do, is when people stop talking about you because that meant you were no longer interesting.

“May you live an interesting life.” It’s a Chinese curse. But if you’re easily bored, like me, it’s a blessing as well. The bathwater, wine and candles were awesome! I really enjoyed soaking; made me breathe better.

I got crucified at work last week without knowingly having done a thing wrong. It’s OK. It’s happened before. It’s all part of what I am. Inadvertently stirring up the mud to eventually clear the water. Still wicked cloudy there, just keeping my mouth shut and watching . . . watching . . . watching . . . oh, and as of right now, coughing.