Sweaty.

I am sticky and sweaty and smell like...yoga...which yes, has its own particular brand of bikram stink. I need to eat some food and take my medicine before my body has time to register that it actually does have a raging sinus infection. I need to shower and wash the sickly-sticky yoga film off of myself. And I need to get to sleep.

Some of these things will happen.

Others won't.

It's hard to say what might take priority, however, if I fail to shower tonight, all my linens will have to go directly in the washing machine in the morning, and that seems like a lot of work. Food seems important now, but not as important as medicine. Sleep is clearly critical. . .

At any rate, I miss your face. A LOT. Thanks for talking with me today, it made me feel much better somehow. I've been super distracted, worrying about whether or not you're surviving this week. I wish I were there, or you were here. Or that we could run away to some place in between and carve out a living wrestling bears or something equally impressive.

*sigh*

I feel substantially better than I did when I spoke with you earlier, but not nearly as good as I would like to. I CAN actually breathe now, but only so long as I take my decongestants in a timely manner. I went to yoga, even with my whole head clearly clogged with mucous, and struggled to a hilarious degree with all things requiring any semblance of balance. My head could not register which way was up, which way was down, and where in the world it was in relation to anything else. It. Was. Awesome. But it did make me feel better.

That's all I know on this end. Send me pics of your hair woman! I'm dying to see it!!!

All my love.
LittleFoot