"Substitute damn every time you're inclined to write very; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be." -- Mark Twain
Luckily, my wonderful editors are fine with my excessive use of profanity. It lends verisimilitude, as that's exactly how I speak. Anyhoo, sick as a dog out here. Took the red-eye, got no sleep, and now I'm snotting my way across the island. It's been 2 years since I've had but a sniffle, and my sinuses are surely making up for lost time.
I thought if I stopped blowing lines, the sinus issues would cease. I was mistaken. They were there before the nose candy, and they are here after it. c'est la vie, eh? So I slept for 20 hours, waking up intermittently to flaunt my zombie impression. I wasn't expecting the ensuing applause.
Today I'm feeling closer to normal, so I've donned my first fleece top (sexy lines, tight on the tits), and I'll slap on my brand-spankin' new waterproof hiking sneaker things (also a first), so we can trek out to the cold shores and collect stones for our amazing design of a fountain that will grace our fabulous new home. I'll keep a roll of toilet paper in my pocket for emergency snotting.
All is well so far, tomorrow is Turkey Day, and I hope you all have a great one! You'll hear about my thanksgiving experiences in the R. The island is beautiful in November. Everything is brown except for spots of vibrant blue jays, flitting about the abandoned branches. I look forward to some pensive time here. I brought my journals. I hope that in addition to researching my life, I add a bit of writing and experience. It keeps me sane and makes me happy.