Flu
I’m ill. I’ve got the flu. I’ve been off work for a week. I’m in bed and I never want to get out. I wish I had someone to bring me some soup or a sandwich or some grapes or some chocolate. My head feels like a deflated football. I’ve been through 5 boxes of tissues!
At least it’s given me time to catch up on some reading. What would I do without books???
Chris came in the day before I got sick. He told me how he went blind. Well, he told me a story – I don’t know how much is true. It sounds insane, actually. Apparently he was at the British Museum, trying to clear his head, and he heard a sound that forced him to look up (that’s what he said, it forced him) and he saw…something. Something amazing. Something beautiful. Something that he’s been trying to remember, trying to find, ever since. Maybe he’s finally lost his mind but maybe…
Do you ever feel like the universe is trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite figure out what?
