sick day.

I'm taking a sick day from blogging.

Dylan literally coughed in my face no less than fifty times this weekend.  At one point, she casually wiped her nose with her hand and then began to lovingly caress my hair.  

My nose is bright red from excessive nose-blowing.  Marlyn took me to the grocery store for tissues and juice.   I'm about to raid her bedroom for some Kiehl's lotion for my sad, sad nose.  I look like death, especially tragic since 24 hours ago, a random stranger told me that I looked "luminous."

It's rainy and cold.  There is a leak in my bedroom window, so the curtains are blowing around in the icy wind.  The cats are piled up on my bed and we're listening to Welcome to Detroit.  

There is solace to be found in astrology books and an impending hot bath.  

Linda Goodman has informed me that "when the luminaries and ascendents between their birth charts are in harmonious aspect, the Big Cat and the male or female Virgin will walk down the Yellow Brick Road, grinning at each other and tossing posies, as happy and hopeful as we mortals are capable of being."  Not that I make decisions based on astrology or anything.