In Bed With Books
Oct 3rd, 2006 by lisa
I’m home sick today. My head hurts, my back aches, my tummy is unhappy. I’m so tired it makes me want to cry. Today I plan to spend the day drinking tea and reading.
It’s a lucky thing I picked up some new books at the library yesterday. I can spend the afternoon with two of my favoritest authors and a wonderful new cookbook. (It’s full of simple and relatively easy recipes that I can plan future meals around. Why is it so hard to find cookbooks like this anymore?)
Why is it, as sick as I am, that I’m experiencing a furtive joy as if I am getting away with something? What is it about staying home from work (or school) and reading books in bed that is so decadent?
Aww. I hope you get better. . .
(or maybe not - you seem to be enjoying your illness too much).