On Valentine's Day I got flowers from the dumpster--wilted yellow roses that brought me infinite joy.
The next day, I developed a rare case of The Spain-itis, manifesting itself in a fever that didn't exist, a cough, and negative energy.
Over the weekend I managed to make myself an egg, eat it, and wash the dishes, and also watch a movie, attend a choir concert, go to church, and henna my hair. These monumental accomplishments had to be squeezed in between numerous naps and cups of tea to fend off the disease.
I haven't updated in ages. So sorry. In other news: I am moving to Denver. I am going to England in less than a month. The sun has shown its face again. And this post took 3, not 1 minute, to create.