Yesterday I woke in the wee hours of the morning with a twinge in my stomach that only grew and grew. I laid in bed all day. Pure misery, but it could have been worse.
This morning I’m half and half. I’m not sure if this means that I’ll be better soon, though, because on Friday I felt something bad and flu-ish coming on, but on Saturday I was radiant and lively.
I don’t want to linger in bed all day, but can’t quite sort out my options. The studio requires an uphill trek that would sap me. If I go downstairs I’ll not be nearly so comfortable. My bedroom really is the best room in the house. Lots of light, double doors opening onto a spacious deck, a skylight, a super-soft bed, stereo system, best internet access, it’s own bathroom… If I had a chaise in my bedroom upon which I might romantically lounge, then it would be perfect. I think I’ll just hang out here today, see if I can work on a story, or read some more of A Confederacy of Dunces.