One of my very favourite descriptions in all of literature is Agatha Christie's one of Miss Marple being at 'her woolliest'. Isn't that a divine way of describing the dithering facade of such a cool brain?
My brain is not cool at all at the moment. It is decidedly hot. And not hot the way Paris Hilton might have declared Miss Marple, in one of her facetious moods. Hot and stuffy. And very woolly.
Matthew is as covered in wool as I am. But he made pancakes this morning. Pancakes, I am certain, are the only reason I am still cognizant.
On my way to my weekly seminar series Thursday night, I could feel a keeping chill run up my spine. By Friday evening I had an itch in my right ear that could not be scratched. Yesterday was spent in bed. Today I awoke convinced I was well but by 2 o'clock it became annoyingly clear that my cold has merely moved from one sinus cavity to the other.
To cheer myself up I wrote up an Etsy Sunday review of felt necklaces over at Loumms. I can't smell anything and I feel like someone pebble-dashed my eyeballs, but the thought of all that lovely wool makes my head feel less woolly.
Wrap up warm and spoil yourself. Get well soon!
Posted by: Caro | February 09, 2010 at 07:09 AM
Aww! Feel better!!
Posted by: Camille | February 08, 2010 at 01:35 AM