Mph.

[ladysprite]

It's late. And I just realized as I was about to get ready for bed that I hadn't touched my computer all day, and hadn't written anything in my journal since Thursday. This made me feel very strange and unusual - I love my journal, and want it to feel safe and petted and well-cared for, instead of unappreciated and thin and glossed-over. On the other hand, I'm tired and brain-fried. I'm still at least partially oxygen-deprived, and I've spent most of the day nursing my sweetie through a fairly severe bout of bronchitis and playing midwife for several batches of holiday cookies that took over my kitchen in their desire to come into being.

I want to write something. I have things to write about. People were here last night, and they were nice, and it was good, and they ate and sang and talked. I have good books to read. Holidays are coming up. Projects are being done. I should write something about this. Instead I'm sitting here in a semiconscious state, realizing that I spent the entire day feeling like my eyes would fall out of my head if I didn't occasionally push them back in.

Wow. That was overly vivid. I think I'll go to sleep now.....

Comments

[pixel.livejournal.com]

"Sorry I couldn't make it to your party. Ended up riding up to Boston with a friend, and therefore were not able to drive over to the party (she already had evening plans). I would have called, but her toilet went 'splody Sat morning and threw off all my plans/etc. for the day, and by the time I remembered it was far too late to matter.
I'm sorry I missed your party, and will ahve to make it up to you some time."

[pagawne.livejournal.com]

Sleep is always a good and happy thing. Try it sometime. I recommend it to all my friends.

[vettecat.livejournal.com]

He's sick? :-( I hope he didn't push himself too far being a good host last night! Tell him to feel better soon...