Monday, March 11, 2013
I'm not dead, although I definitely feel like it. I'm still not better from this awful head cold/flu-like thing I have, and in fact, I feel like I'm getting sick all over again today. I've reached that point where I need to decide if I'm going to the doctor or not--which usually, I opt for not, choosing instead to pump myself with herbs and good bacteria. Then again, those things usually work, and I'm continuously getting worse. So a trip to the doctor for poisonous antibiotics may be in the cards.
My husband gifted me with a new pad of watercolor paper, a fresh set of colors, and a few new brushes. Sweet man, that one. He's unsure if he can make me soup that is actually edible, so this is his attempt at making me feel better. I get to lay in my bed and paint. I feel like Frida.
I have a big pot of vegetable and sausage soup simmering on the stove. We'll eat it tonight with toasted sourdough bread.
Love to you all. xo