I was sitting here feeling relieved, because I just emailed out this month’s submissions to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. Oh, was that an effort! I am plagued by sinus headaches or something (I am no hand at self-diagnosis). All I want to do is go to bed.
I saved this a while ago. Actually, I think what I want most is to pour myself into bed. I think I will institute a new feature: Misbegotten Monday. It is for when things are even worse than Wuss-Out Wednesday.
I was wondering whether to address the three days I missed recently, a rather unbecoming performance for one who aims to be a daily blogger. One school of thought goes, least said, soonest mended. This is, of course, a school of thought I rarely follow. When have I ever said the least? I always talk too much!
Additionally, I have several times proved that even when sick, I can usually manage a word or two. They are usually whiny words about how I cannot possibly make a blog post that day, but let us not dwell on such unflattering reflections. However, it seems to prove that I CHOOSE whether or not to post.
Therefore, it seems I cannot excuse my non blogging days by saying, “I couldn’t post, I was sick!” Apparently I could have posted. I CHOSE not to. I say, that is perfectly fine with me. I CHOSE not to post, because I felt ill and chose to take care of myself.
There is a school of thought that says we writers must write no matter what. If we take a day off due to ill health or whatever reason, we are not real writers.
Who makes up these rules? Who arbitrates that we must follow? I do not know. In any case, I am over 200 words. As regular readers know, I call that respectable. That is by my rules for me. I would be interested to hear comments about what others think about my (and other) rules, as well as what rules they follow for themselves.
I am in a rotten, rotten mood, and it does not matter why. What does matter is that I cannot find a decent stylus so am attempting to post with one bad finger. No, it is not eligible for me to move to my laptop for ten finger typing. Again, it does not matter why.
One does not expect to be in a foul mood in December. One naturally expects to be filled with the Christmas spirit. It just feels wrong to be in a foul mood. Then again, that makes this perfectly eligible for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.
So here I am, typing one letter at a time with my finger instead of a stylus. Does anybody else feel devoid of the Christmas spirit at odd times this time of year? Or even at all times? I don’t know about anyone else, but as soon as I feel I ought to be in the Christmas spirit, that is the exact opposite of how I feel.
Come to think about it, I was just thinking about how I ought to make a blog post. That would explain the foolishness of this blog post. On the other hand, I am at 200 words. That makes this respectable, even for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. I hope my readers are in a better than foul mood.
I am at the end (I hope) of a day long migraine but do not want to miss making a blog post. I thought I could manage a Throwback Thursday Post then thought it had been a while since I did monsters. How about Throwback Monsters? It! Could! Work! (That is a quote from Young Frankenstein, in case you didn’t know.)
I can tell I am getting old, because I can remember when Young Frankenstein was in theatres, and now it is an old movie. Perhaps we could substitute the term “vintage.”
Here is an even more vintage monster, my favorite, Nosferatu. He is scary, yes.
My post is becoming increasingly random as I just look for monsters and put them in. I say it is better than spending the entire post whining about my migraine. Is it? Discuss amongst yourselves.
Although that would make me relevant to current headlines, wouldn’t it? See, you can find an upside to anything. My upside right now is, it is just a cold, it will be over soon. My downside is, this will be another not very good blog post. But as regular readers know, I like to post every day, so let’s see what I can come up with.
I have been spending most of the weekend watching Snapped on Oxygen. Today is the Greed Marathon. Earlier this week was the Ex-Best Friends Marathon. They probably had a different marathon every day, because they were working up to some landmark episode, but alas, I did not make a note of them.
“You’re sick? Get back!”
I have long bought into the mentality that when you’re sick, you have to just keep going as best you can. Of course, there have been times when I said, no, dammit, I need to take a day to nurse myself! But I never thought too much about keeping my germs to myself. In my defense, my bosses were not too worried about it either. “Get yourself in here! You have to work!” is what a distressing number of them said.
But the times they are a-changing, as the song goes. I feel sick? I am doing the right thing to stay home alone and watch Snapped! However, as my headline says, it is not COVID. I took my temperature, and I don’t have most of the symptoms. This is good news for me. I should feel fine in another day or so. Then I will be out of the house, on job seeking and bloggable adventures! As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.
Today is a true blogger’s sick day. I got up with high hopes of getting things done. I took a run, I wrote post cards, I walked to the post office with said cards.
As I walked home from the post office, I started to feel kind of crappy. I thought, just get through today. Tomorrow you can take the day to lounge around and rest. As the morning wore on, I decided, No. Today will be my day off.
I messaged my friend Kim, who I had plans with. She was most understanding. If my day off has had the desired effect, we may get together tomorrow.
However, if not, I will damn well stay home and keep my germs to myself. Some of us buy into the mentality that we must drag ourselves along as best we can, being as productive as we can manage. However, in these COVID enhanced times, we are beginning to appreciate the value of staying the hell home.
No, I do not think I have COVID. I believe it is a common or garden cold, or perhaps just my body’s need to relax for just a short time. In any case, here is my long winded excuse for no blog post today. I will try to come up with something better for tomorrow. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.
Today is going to be a Tired Tuesday Post, because I feel quite terrible. I gave blood today for the first time in at least a few years. I just have not wanted to feel awful if I could avoid it.
In my defense, I often have other responsibilities: rehearsals for plays or murder mysteries, training for runs… OK, those are my main things. Additionally, I often suffer from migraines, vertigo, and other ailments.
Oh, just listen to me whine and make excuses! I mean, don’t listen to me. don’t mind me at all. Let’s just call this a Blogger’s Sick Day and drive on. However, in the interests in offering some entertainment, I append my silly selfie taken after this morning’s run. I ran well before I gave blood.
I’m sure I will feel better tomorrow. I will certainly try to make a better blog post.
I purchased the devil mask at the rummage sale for Salisbury Historical Society last Saturday. I also put it on a bowling pin and a plastic cup to surprise my husband Steven as to where I put it. This is the only picture I took.
I fear I am coming down with a cold or sinus infection so decided to take it easy for the day. I can make a Sunday Cinema Post if I can find pictures of the movies we watched, which I know I have somewhere in my Media Library.
The Haunting is one of my most admired scary movies. No special effects, no gore, but yikes! It is also a pretty faithful adaptation of the book by Shirley Jackson.
We went on to Lake Placid, much less admired by the critics but highly entertaining. But I have to say once again: having Betty White call someone a c***s***** is a cheap laugh.
Earlier today I got some decongestant from the pharmacist. I think I will take some and go to bed early. If I still feel crappy tomorrow, perhaps I can watch more Halloween flicks and have Movie Monday.
Today I was not feeling well and decided to take the day off. I already had the day off work, so it was only a matter of letting myself off the hook regarding household chores. I had already mowed the back lawn when I decided, so I can comfort myself with the thought that at least I did something. A day off blogging, however, is a much more serious proposition, especially on Lame Post Friday.
I would love to be at such a cocktail hour.
Earlier today, we watched Evil Under the Sun, a star studded Agatha Christie romp. In fact, that is how I expressed it to Steven when I suggested a movie, “I could get into a star studded Agatha Christie romp.” I do love a good old movie, especially one featuring the divine Maggie Smith.
Since the movie, I have been looking at regular television in a rather desultory fashion. At least I have gotten some crocheting done.
One of my favorite movie couples.
Here is a scene from another Agatha Christie adaptation we recently viewed, Witness for the Prosecution. Although the cast includes Charles Laughton, Else Lanchester, Tyrone Power, and Marlene Dietrich, it is not a star studded Agatha Christie romp. Nonetheless, it is an excellent movie, directed by Billy Wilder.
Who killed Benny the Bootlegger?
This was not an Agatha Christie, but it was definitely a romp and we like to feel it is star studded. It is the LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, production of the interactive murder mystery, Rubbed Out at Ruby’s. Regular readers may remember that it was written by me. Do I flatter myself by including my mystery in a post about Agatha Christie? I daresay I do. Then again, a healthy ego is an asset for writers and actors. Happy Friday, everyone!
I had a bad bout of vertigo today and did not get much done. I am feeling a little better now and want to make my blog post. Unfortunately I am too lazy to sit up at the laptop and ten-finger type, and I cannot find a stylus. Hence, my headline.
And halfway through typing that paragraph, my darling husband Steven found a pen with a stylus on his coffee table. This is still typing not writing, as Truman Capote once said, but at least I might have fewer typos.
Regular readers will understand that I want to make a post every day, even when I do not have much of substance to say. I started to say “feel compelled to” instead of “want to” but decided to for once be less dramatic.
I guess I am still feeling a bit lightheaded, but at least I feel better than I did earlier. The one good thing was, I went running as soon as I got out of bed. My first run in almost a week, and it went pretty well. I wrote two note cards (I am just about out of post cards), which I put put on the mail box. Steven and I had a pleasant interlude sitting on the front porch, and I watched a DVR’d episode of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 which had me laughing out loud.
And that was my day. Ah, one thing I did not mention was that I worked for a while on my new novel, which is still in the organizational stages. I kind of hate to mention it, because I am afraid of jinxing myself. But I thought some people might like to know.
As usual, I apologize for the dull post. Also as usual, I will try to do better tomorrow. I am hoping the room will stop spinning.
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