Sick

I used to look forward to being sick. Not actually sick, but a little sick. The sick where you feel a little achey and your throat is a little sore. When you’re a little sick, you can justifiably clear your calendar but you’re not so incapacitated that you don’t enjoy watching movies in the daytime and lounging in your bathrobe.

What I forget is that “a little sick” is usually followed by “actually sick” and “actually sick” is awful.

Would you like to know what I’ve done today? Yes? Of course you would. I slept. I got up and poured soup down between the cupboard and the stove. I slept. I got up and dumped wet coffee grounds all over the kitchen floor.

It’s going really well over here today.