Blogtastic! Or...Not.

I wish I had exciting things to report, but sadly I don't because I'm sick. For the past few days my bed has been an island. I live there. It started with a raging sore throat and fever Thursday night, and moved right on up to my head and ears. At times it's felt like my head might literally explode from the pressure, and even things requiring the tiniest amount of effort exhaust me. No excessive amount of sleep will do. I sleep 12 hours a night, and then find myself needing little two hour naps during the day. Today the pressure is less, but I'm more stuffed up and have a very pleasing dry cough. But, I think that means this thing is moving along, and I couldn't be happier about that. There is only so much you can do when confined to an island.

I've discovered that being single and sick can cause one to feel quite sorry for herself. Sick and pathetic - not a winning combo. First, let me say that I'm usually pretty happy in my singleness, enjoying my freedom and where my life is at right now. While of course I ultimately want to find a true partner in crime to live happily ever after with (ha ha - no really!), and I will continue looking for him, my dating adventures over the last year or two have proven educational but have also either ended painfully or with a dud. So, I'm not really in a rush. I'm hopeful for the future, though, and that one day soon I will get it right. In the meantime, I enjoy being with my fabulous self and all my wonderful friends and family. Yet I have my moments--for example, when sick--where I feel very woe-is-me for not having someone who is obligated to be at my bossy beck and call (I mean, who loves me so much he can't wait to come running) when I need tea, soup, and cold-relieving drugs, as well as conversation and tlc on my lonely little island.

Luckily, these moments pass. But, I think it's natural sometimes to want to be cared for in that way, especially when we don't feel up to doing it for ourselves, and to be able to offer that kind of caring to someone else, simply because we love them. For those of you who have that, remember to appreciate it, please. On my end, I will try not to think hmphy thoughts about you, like when I see those bouncy couples dancing around on eHarm commercials, grinning like idiots and talking about how they just clicked in every way. Happy bastards.

I am a lucky girl to have great friends who check up on me and even offer to bring me supplies. Thank you so much. Em came over last night to watch a movie with me and brought me a couple of deliciously trashy romance novels for entertainment, which are just my speed right now. One major plus of being on own is that people call and chat with me on the IM, which means I don't have to worry about anyone seeing just how messy my hair can get or how crappy I can look while feeling like crap. Yesterday I spent a peaceful, lovely afternoon by myself curled up, watching the snow fall outside, and napping.

In other news, Kitty really hates her ear gel. Easier-schmeasier. She tries to close up her ear when she sees me getting ready to apply it, and it's becoming a bit of a wrestling match twice a day. I have to wear a special glove, so my skin doesn't absorb the gel and I treat myself for hyperthyroidism. The whole thing is a process, and we're both over it. I'm calling Dr. Andrew to order pills I can crush up into her food once a day.

I've been debating about getting a Christmas tree. After the debacle with Ugly Tree last year, and it sitting outside my door turning bright orange until March, I think I'm going to skip it and just get one of those little tabletop Twinkle Trees (I have my eye on a cute one at Fireworks. Love that store!). It's all about the lights for me anyway, and I just feel like making things easy this time.

Total number of holiday gifts purchased so far: 0.

I'm right on schedule.

Thanks to Em for advertising my blog as Blogtastic! and to all you nice folks who say you agree. That makes me happy.

-Bacon R.

P.S. My cousin Alan sent this pic from his recent trip to Greece with his lovely girlfriend. The sign made him think of me, Mols, and Trav, and I have to say I love it! So cute, so funny! Thank you!