I was playing, no- creating, with a friend’s knock off make Etch-A-Sketch the other day. We were impressing each other with our mad skillz at creating basic shapes- having a good giggle at the circles that really looked a bit more like lemons. (Circles are damn hard to make on an Etch-A-Sketch I tell ya…)
Life was good. We rode the train to Reading- the rails of life’s simple pleasures speeding beneath us, not the least of which was the timeless joy brought to each generation by the swishing refresh of the Etch-A-Sketch…
Then I found this talented fucker…
George Vlosich’s Art Gallary
There’s always someone out there who makes you realise that you’ve really not applied yourself 100% to the cause, isn’t there?
Oh- by the way… I’m feeling somewhat better. The flu/cold beast from Hell’s left testicle has subsided to a tolerable level now. I feel as though I’ve been doing abdominal exercises for days straight thanks to surprise fits of sneezing and coughing, but overall, a bit of tone in that area isn’t unwelcome, shall we say… The fever dreams were mostly fun, though I don’t remember enough detail to share. I have a new favourite “tea” – Lem-Sip Max Strength. I feel a small dependence issue forming. *smirk*
Truly though, I’m on the mend and the proof is that I’m running a load of laundry and using a smidgen of strength to tidy up a little around me. I’ve been down and out for the better part of a week and I’m going nuts from inactivity. I suspect I’ll wear myself down into an unavoidable nap later, but I know that’s the hand I’m dealing myself and am fine with it. As long as I get some shit done, I’ll be pleased with the progress of today.
smooches and silvery lemons~