The best part of being in bed this time around is . . . getting rain everyday. Rain means it's cooler inside, and the sound of rain drops hitting the roof and windows is a soothing lullaby; thunder boomers wake me up just in time to see Olympics records being broken. If I miss something there are always late night seconds.
I found an old letter from December I think. So I dressed it up with a bunch of stamps. Do you ever find forgotten/temporarily lost letters? Actually I found two. Old mail is better than no mail, is what I believe.
I know I'm getting better when boredom stirs me. Reading my first "Harry Potter"does not stop the restless foot shaking; "The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks"is too sad, and my hands shake too much to write legible letters (forgive me Anna), so I take up pencil and pad instead. Shaky lines in ink drawings are forgivable. Right? I can't stand the excitement! I do get to draw a bunch of envelopes for future letters. Ta-da!
Olympic records getting broken make me crazy. Pole vaulting always makes my heart pound. You have to want to fly to be a vaulter. You have to be a little bit nuts to hurdle; one has to "hurl" first. Get it? (grin) Relays make my pulse do a delay. You've heard people say "write it out" when your feelings overwhelm you? Well, I'm "drawing" out my Olympics nerves. My first drawing was for volleyball. Whew! Gymnastics I did for sure. I gave up on cycling. We know why, right? Or maybe not. Do-overs are fair. I really must hurry though since the Olympics are winding down, and I'll be up and running again soon.
See? I found some good in being down. So many drawings. So little time. Then it's time to answer mail.
Here's hoping you're enjoying the Games too.