How Bad Do You Feel?

I had an appointment to get my hair color tuned this morning and I sat there with cough drops in my pocket and Kleenex in my lap and a water bottle at my right hand.

Then my friend Shawn Campbell called, asking if I wanted to come play in her closet to help her decide what to wear for the New Year's Eve Moveable Musical Feast at Arizona Inn. Playing in Shawn's closet is one of my favorite things to do. She has impeccable taste, can find exquisite garments on sale like no one I've ever met, and had this little size 2 body. She trusts my eye and my knowledge of fabric and craftsmanship, so we have great fun together. She heard my voice when I answered the phone and said, "never mind". If I would turn down a chance to play dress-up with Shawn, you know I'm sick.

If you'll excuse me, I'll go back to the couch and Mahler Six.

P.S. To add insult to injury, — err, illness — the rain made my pipes back up. There's gunk in the tub and the plumber can't come until Tuesday. Yuck!