Feverish
I have been home from work long enough to feed the cats that do not belong to me and myself. I'm racked with shivers and chills so I have dug out the gentle comfort of a much washed, soft flannel sleep shirt in dark blue and after a brief entry here and a quick swing around the threads I shall go to bed and hope the current silence means no one is going to mow their grass this morning.Dawn flirted across the sky in lavender this morning, disdaining the standard pink tinged panoply of cloud; the world looked slightly tilted as though the sea would spill uphill, encroaching on the fields. Or perhaps it was all my perceptions, slightly skewed from something in my blood that makes me shiver, makes my head pound and my neck a tender column no longer fluid on my shoulders.
To bed and sleep, perchance to heal as nature does her knitting bit with unravelled sleeves. Just hoping it is not dengue again.
Comments (1)
how crazy-im sick right now too!
lets just rest...
bigHug