Bugged and Bothered
Thank goodness I can still write. Because I've just about lost my voice, after battling a particularly stubborn cough for a week. Housed-in and feeling floaty/woozy with cough mixture ... Hmm, that's is not something I've felt for years. Kind of matches the grey and drab weather this week, don't you think?
Frankly, sweethearts, there's nothing to take the wind out of your sails, the cheer out of your day, like illness. Voiceless, breathless, germy. No one, but no one, can stand up to it.
I tried to call its bluff, of course, doing ""normal" things like my usual stadium laps and bingeing with a baby-and-husband-free SK at, ahem, The Line. Ok, those two extreme activities probably did me in, on hindsight. But hey, who can resist the fabulous chocolate fountain and sublime cold lobsters? (Cough, cough).
Champagne, out. Choccies, out. What's a girl to do? Ah, there's nothing I enjoy more, when being housed-in, than reading. And there's nothing I adore reading than Lonely Planet books. I'm probably the only person who reads travel guides for fun, rather than with the aim of setting foot on the said locale. Thanks to the abundant resources at Fisher library, I reckon I've covered more than 30 countries. Sometimes, it is the reading that ignites in me that desire to go to a certain place, not the other way around, Turkey being a case. So, it's the super-thick China guide for me these couple of days.
How ironic, to be mentally most adventurous when you're physically most feeble and inactive.
Another turkey-related read I find utterly absorbing now is the new Cold Storage Christmas catalogue, which Boy's mom brought back. It conjures an image of warmth and plenty. So full of pictures of Chrissie delicacies, t'is good bedtime reading, no? All the better if you can dream of it afterwards. Mm, I so want the salmon terrine pack.
Embrace the day, y'all who are out and about. I am a vivid shade of aquamarine: green with envy and blue with my form.
Frankly, sweethearts, there's nothing to take the wind out of your sails, the cheer out of your day, like illness. Voiceless, breathless, germy. No one, but no one, can stand up to it.
I tried to call its bluff, of course, doing ""normal" things like my usual stadium laps and bingeing with a baby-and-husband-free SK at, ahem, The Line. Ok, those two extreme activities probably did me in, on hindsight. But hey, who can resist the fabulous chocolate fountain and sublime cold lobsters? (Cough, cough).
Champagne, out. Choccies, out. What's a girl to do? Ah, there's nothing I enjoy more, when being housed-in, than reading. And there's nothing I adore reading than Lonely Planet books. I'm probably the only person who reads travel guides for fun, rather than with the aim of setting foot on the said locale. Thanks to the abundant resources at Fisher library, I reckon I've covered more than 30 countries. Sometimes, it is the reading that ignites in me that desire to go to a certain place, not the other way around, Turkey being a case. So, it's the super-thick China guide for me these couple of days.
How ironic, to be mentally most adventurous when you're physically most feeble and inactive.
Another turkey-related read I find utterly absorbing now is the new Cold Storage Christmas catalogue, which Boy's mom brought back. It conjures an image of warmth and plenty. So full of pictures of Chrissie delicacies, t'is good bedtime reading, no? All the better if you can dream of it afterwards. Mm, I so want the salmon terrine pack.
Embrace the day, y'all who are out and about. I am a vivid shade of aquamarine: green with envy and blue with my form.
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