invalid’s day out

I’m a little hard pressed for something to write about, seeing as I didn’t leave my apartment for six solid days. In fact, between the bed and the couch, I didn’t leave my butt for six solid days. For a while there, it looked like the respiratory infection was actually going to win. And then, by extension, I was going to win the long-standing contest I’ve had with Jen to see which one of us could die from consumption first, and thereby be crowned Most Dramatic Ever. Deaths involving fainting couches and/or wandering the moors receive extra fanfare.

But obviously, I am not dead. And today, I am going out.

I’m going to go for a walk. A nice long one to stretch my atrophied leg muscles. Then maybe I’ll go to a bookstore. Because book club is on Saturday and I haven’t even started. Then, I might just pay a certain someone a house call and do some kissin’. And when I get back, I expect, I’ll have a little something to write about.

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