Now Husband is home he's spending his days as he did pre-op i.e. playing computer games in his little room upstairs. He doesn't require anything so I'm just loafing about, being on-call.
Think I'll start a new jigsaw this afternoon. Do you remember when I used to be a writer? Now would be the ideal time to pick it up again but the mental block is strong. I'm still dry-mouthed and coughing a bit so I guess I'm not completely well yet. (I'm keeping at arm's length from Husband in case you're worried about him.) Although I can't really use that as an excuse as I haven't written since well before my cold started.
Gosh, my glasses are filthy! Smudges all over them.
Scrolling through Twitter I found this amazing piece of art.
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| Driftwood organs, anatomical study by Tony Fredriksson |
6 comments:
"Driftwood organs" looks pretty unsettling to me, actually.
At the moment I feel like a bunch of driftwood, too. This was a candid shot. I'm glad spouse is going along okay.
In a sense it's good that there is 'nothing much to report.' A bit of dulldom and peace is what you both need.
Being on call is a very important job.
Driftwood organs. No limits to a creative mind.
Driftwood organs kind of grosses me out. I think that fellow was quite ill before he died and turned into driftwood. But your husband is doing well and that's great. Before long, you won't be on call anymore. When you feel like writing again, you'll know.
Love,
Janie
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