Hand Me the Remote

I did not wake up feeling better. If anything I woke up feeling worse. I sound like Kathleen Turner. Hearing my voice makes me want to watch Romancing the Stone and Jewel of the Nile back to back. But I don't like Michael Douglas. So I won't.

Of course, I am sick and the weather is perfect. Blue skies, puffy clouds, a light breeze. The kind of day to pack a picnic, drive up the coast and sprawl yourself out on a big blanket at the oceanside. The kind of day where you and your love have no plan but to enjoy each other's company, the scenery, a bottle of wine and napping while the waves crash.

I realize this is only a temporary situation. I won't be sick forever. I won't be single forever. It's good to dream and rest and not be doing something every single second of every single day. I have never been good at relaxing. I hope whomever I end up with, he excels at bringing that out in me. It's been dormant for years. I have never been good at being sick either. I don't like it when my mind is fuzzy and I feel lethargic. Then I feel sick AND guilty for shirking my duties.

I absolutely can't be sick this week. I have the biggest event of my entire year next Sunday and I need every ounce of energy and focus to be on it. 800 cyclists, 3 routes, safety vans, rest stops, catered meal, massage, etc. The details are overwhelming. This is probably why I got sick- the stress of the event and of work-related lameness.

I'm going to drink some more tea and watch movies. So much for not turning on the tv. While I am laying on the couch coughing, how about you tell me the one movie you can watch over and over without tiring of?