I have been medicated into submission (sleepy) and been sitting on the couch watching all of Chef's Table on Netflix. Even the French version with subtitles. Trying not to rub my eyes. But rubbing them feels so good.
Reading is impossible and I have a sweet stack of good books.
The skin on my face has the texture of sandpaper. None of the creams and salves I own do much. I had thought the homemade calendula salve would be soothing. At least it doesn't burn when I apply it. My nose has started to participate. Alternating between stuffy and running. A few sneezes.
I'm going to go sit on the couch, close my eyes and drift for the next few hours. Perhaps the lunch fairy will bring me something to eat?
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