If you knock at our back door today I will not open it for you.

I'm pretending I'm not home because, since yesterday, I've felt a cold coming on. I'm highly contagious and I'm wearing no make-up (which would scare you). I keep telling myself that if I lie real still, maybe all the germs will think I am dead. 

So far it's working. 

Gallons of hot lemon juice have made my throat stop hurting and now I'm just tired even though I've slept through half of two movies, You've Got Mail and Harvey. I rearranged my room upstairs last night (slowly, though yes, I should have been resting), and brought in my craft table so I could hibernate up there this winter. And after Tom left for work I plugged in a tiny heater in there but uh-oh! It blew the main fuse of the house. arghh. 

So I had to walk down our scary stairs in pitch-black darkness--an adventure, especially since Lennon the Cat laid across one step--then down to the basement (fortunately on a different fuse so there was light) and threw the circuit, but still it didn't restore the rest of the house. But alas, my old-fashioned phone still worked so I called Tom at his job and together we figured out that another tiny fuse had blown, too, blah, blah, blah... so back down to the basement I went and light was restored.

Then I crawled back into bed and have pretty much been there ever since. And again, I don't feel too bad, but still I'll take this day off, though oh! The plans I had made for creating order around this house. sigh.

But I remind myself (again) there is no contest happening, nothing to win while I organize and decorate my house. No prize if I finish 'on time.'. No, I'll spend this day in bed with old movies, books and hot drinks and no make-up. 

So yeah, it will be useless to knock at our door--for if you saw me--you'd think Halloween had come early and caught you unprepared.



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