fog

i'm writing in short sentences.
like stream of consciousness.
because i've got the flu.
and my head isn't working.
che now knows what tissues are for.
so even though i'm sick, he's still learning.
he's reading me books.
which i like.

i really don't like being sick.
with a heavy head.
a head that's cranky.
yuk.

but while lying in bed i've been planning an autumn clean
because we'll be cosying in for the next few months
and i'd like things to be just so.

because domesticity is something that i do
i've been blessed with a brand new dryer that senses when the clothes are dry
and a gorgeous new vacuum that leaves no trace of dust.
new kettle too.

i know this space has been neglected of late
and funnily enough i've felt guilty for my lack of words.
so here i am typing through a flu fog
and surprise surprise i do feel better.

perhaps i feel better because of the lemon and honey tea
the warm cardigan
the autumn sun.

I hope you're well.