Sunday, October 16, 2022

My Skin Hurts and My Arms Ache

Y'all, I just feel plain ol' bad.  Plain ol' feel bad?  Either way. . .

I've got a little nest here on the couch, and don't leave it any more than I have to.  Instacart has delivered ginger ale and tea and soup and bananas and ice cream and chips/crackers.  Ninety-eight percent of the time, when I have a sore throat, I want scratchy things.  (When I had my tonsils out, I made Dale stop by a Mexican place for chips and cheese dip on our way home from the hospital.)  Right now, though, ice cream is hitting the spot more than usual.

Pictures and Frames

Certainly I've discussed being a fan of Ava Gardner here.  Today, thinning out photos on my phone, I came across what may very well be m...