Sick Day

While in the woods today, the wind blew and the sky was overcast. The leaves crunched and the mosquitos bit. My face felt that warm wind-burned feeling that fall brings. It was a lovely fall day, it was.

I decided to make potato soup with bacon for dinner. It just seemed appropriate for a chilly, blustery day like today.

And then, while peeling potatoes, it hit me. A beautiful, masterful idea. One that I will shamefully pull off in the very near future.

The planned sick day.

I decided that I will pre-gather all of those little comfort-items that I normally dream of while sick. The heating pad that warms my sheets, the cranberry juice with sparkling water. The straw. A bendy straw at that...

I must plan it so that I pick up restaurant, not homemade, Thai food the day before, so that I can have amazing, flavorful Thai food while sitting in my bed.

The bed that will have freshly laundered linens, crisp pillowcases, and the winter ready down-comforter.

In the bedroom that will be meticulously clean so that while I am, ahem, 'sick', I will be able to totally relax and not look at a pile of laundry or a nerf gun on my dresser.

The laptop will be charged and a pile of dvd's will run continuously while I lay in bed, bendy strawed drink next to me, whilst I spend the entire day watching Seinfeld and stalking people's blogs.

It is going to be at thing of beauty.

Unlike a 'normal' sick day, I will actually feel great, so I will really and truly be able to enjoy it.

This, my friends, is going to be a thing of beauty.

I'll let you know when it is. You know, in case you are so inclined to bring me chicken soup or a cold Pepsi...