not lost, but not quite found

 pablo says: this is fun, but let's get out of the house soon, k?

my throat feels like a thousand tiny daggers are doing a rain dance on my tonsils.

it's gray out and i just want to curl into the nook of the tub and rest my head against the cool ceramic. with the window open above me and the march breeze pouring in through the old screen. the promise of rain this evening. the cool in the air of an approaching storm.

it's a simple cold (with the inevitable sinus drainage, hence the daggers) and i'm not contagious, so i dragged my sleepy body to work today. because there's only so many hours one can watch e! true hollywood story, wife swap, khloe and lamar and the nate berkus show without going crazy. sweet pablo has been a blessing, resting on the cushions above my nook on the couch, reaching his paw down to land on my head as he drifts off to sleep with me.

but mama brought me pink roses from the grocery store yesterday. and the front porch swing is excellent medicine. and there are two uninterrupted days of rest, relaxation and baths on the horizon. so all is not lost.