a day of rest

I am the queen of denial. The hayfever I thought was raging yesterday, was really just a cold, in disguise.

(My brain cells have been expelled, via my nose.)

I'm going to try a mustard bath, and take a nap, and read a pile of magazines from the library.

(I've got a full weekend ahead; I need to feel better lickety split. No pressure.)

I'll come a knockin', soon. I promise.