Jan 08 2011
On the Mend
I spent most of the day in bed yesterday, bemoaning the fact that my relationship with the cats isn’t a little more reciprocal. Instead of bringing me ginger ale and chicken soup in bed, they played outside in the sunshine all day, only coming in for meals and the occasional nap.
Despite my nausea, they refused to clean out the litter box.
I’m pleased to say that a day of lounging, reading the delightful Duchess of Devonshire’s memoirs* and watching “Daria” seemed to cure whatever ailed me, and after that early morning bulimia imitation, there were no encores. Today, I have successfully braved two thimbles of black coffee with no ill effects, so I’m hoping that I’m more or less back to normal (whatever that is).
Luckily, my personal hero, Mr. Amerigas himself, arrived noisily in the Thursday evening twilight, just as I was beginning to despair. He told me not to worry that there was only 15% in the tank, and merrily filled it up as I breathed a sigh of relief. It’s good to know that a girl can have a shower, heat her house, do laundry, and wash dishes if she is so inclined.
Happiness is a full propane tank on a sunny winter weekend.
*Deborah is the last remaining of the remarkable Mitford sisters: Nancy, the writer, Unity, the Hitler acolyte, Jessica, famous for writing “The American Way of Death”, and Diana, the beauty. “Whenever I see a headline starting “Peer’s Daughter”, I know one of you girls is in trouble again,” sighed their mother, Lady Redesdale.
2 Responses to “On the Mend”
Glad you are feeling better!
Life always is better when you know that you have plenty of propane to keep you warm plus the fact that you are on the mend…”Thank goodness ” says I, “Amen ” say all your fans…..
jx