Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Flu
I'm at home today, bundled up and sneezing with a temperature of 100.1. This is a result of the -10 degree wind chills and my immune system resembling Swiss cheese. So of course, here I am, shivering at the computer like a kid just out of a cold swimming pool.
I was always a workaholic when I was sick, even as a little girl. As soon as my hand could close around a pencil, I surrounded myself in bed with shiny-covered Whitman novels, my spelling and math workbooks, and every crayon in my arsenal, as well as a variety of surfaces to color on. Even then, I was preparing myself for the zany world of print production.
I was always a workaholic when I was sick, even as a little girl. As soon as my hand could close around a pencil, I surrounded myself in bed with shiny-covered Whitman novels, my spelling and math workbooks, and every crayon in my arsenal, as well as a variety of surfaces to color on. Even then, I was preparing myself for the zany world of print production.
