Indeed one hardly goes too far in stating
That many a flawless lyric may be due
Not to a lover's broken heart, but flu.
---W. H. Auden
Maybe this is true for the most part, but I can't imagine much creativity coming from me over the past two days. Yes, I spent New Year's Day in bed with a cold. And yesterday. Naturally, "in bed" for me means the time between taking dogs out, feeding dogs, feeding cats, cleaning litter boxes, taking care of rabbits and other sundry duties that just have to be done for the household to keep going. And yesterday's temperatures plunged into the single digits, which meant hauling water to the bunnies to keep them eating.
Enough whining, right? I'm much better today and the New Year is looking bright. Cold, still; it was four degrees when I got up this morning. No pre-dawn ventures for Lily and me lately!
Hope everyone is looking forward to a wonderful 2008!
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