Sickly

When I was sick in August I posted about the things I want when I'm sick, and things haven't changed one single bit.  A bath, veggie soup, my bed, and Tim Riggins as bedside nurse?  Yes sir-ee.

Not surprising at all that I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore, scratchy throat.  That's what happens when you operate at 120 mph for weeks at a time.  Shoulda known it was coming . . .

Here's some good news.  Remember the picture of my crazy piles-of-nonsense desk?  Well, as of yesterday, here is what it looks like:

get outta my life, clutter!

And yet the clutter has manifested elsewhere.  Seems I've turned my living room into Santa's workshop:

YIKES.

Here's to hot tea & lemon & bubble baths & my snuggie!