I am still feeling pretty monstrous (I use the adjective purely to fit in with Monstrous Monday) yet feel I must begin to creep back into the land of the living. I did not post for the last two days, because I felt it was too many posts about how rotten I felt. Today I will try for a transitionary post (what? transitionary isn’t a word? Where’s my dictionary?) (Yes! transitionary IS SO a word! what the hell, Chromebook? Why are you underlining it?).
Oh dear.
The fact is I am sitting here with a vague headache and not many thoughts in my head. Yesterday I thought as how I had done nothing but lie around for four days I ought to try to exert myself a little. Accordingly, I stood up at the sink for a while and did some dishes. Not all of the dishes, but you can’t have everything. Later on, I mustered up enough oomph to go out and shovel the driveway. There was not a lot of snow, and I did a lousy job, but I felt I had accomplished something.
Not much snow, not much driveway.
This is a picture from a whole different year, but I wanted to add an illustration.
Today my main concern is to make it to the Herkimer Town Board meeting, which I must cover for Sentinel Media. I do not know what else I ought to demand of myself. Like I said, creep slowly back to the land of the living.
Creeping back to life among the living?
I thought I’d throw in one monster. I was looking for The Blob, which I certainly feel like, but I find The Tingler will have to do.
Mohawk Valley Girl 