F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday...
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Sorry to read about your 'malaise' . . . but I suspect that it is your body saying "it is time to rest and recuperate". . . . In other words, "Stay in bed (or at least remain physically quiet), keep your fluids up, and don't try to rush things".
-- Jeff
Best Regards,
Stokes
I got hurt!
Arse over elbow, smacked my hip and back of the head on the ice.
Tylenol, self pity, some booze and lots of sleep.
My old pile of comic books also helped.
Bomb yourself with vitamin C, hope you feel better soon.