Little Words

What is it with writing, and thinking, I can have my mind set on a specific topic, but as soon as I begin to write, or think about writing, my mind wanders all over, my fingers want to write all over too, oh I wish I was eight-armed...

Or at this particular moment it might, just might, have something to do with the fact that I've been wrapped in fever and misery for days, and it's just now I've began to see the light in the end of the snivelling tunnel, that the little grey ones are sort of back into shape, eager to get to work. Yup, I have now decided I don't want to yield for that darn cold anylonger, hey-presto, away with it!

I can once again breath with my mouth closed, the fever's gone, I have a certain sense of smell and taste again. I can actually enjoy a cup of tea. Ok, I still snivel a bit, I still have this horrible, consumptive kind of cough and my voice is very husky and not really me at the moment, but well, very interesting at least... And oh yes, my right ear is clogged, nothing like the disastrous Christmas - New year's flu thing, but still quite annoying. My eyes are still a bit piggly, will probably not be too happy about contacts, oh little measly me...

Hairpak, long hot shower and clean sheets - extra crispy! - are just what I hopefully need for a good night's sleep and a perky new day tomorrow. I feel worn, pale and miserable, I need sun, wind, sway - and hey, I really wouldn't mind some piece of good news one of these days, as icing on the post-cold cake. Maybe if I think about it, really hard, maybe if I put those thoughts into words, even if it's not eight-armed words, it might work still...