I got the bug...

I thought I'd get in another visit with my mom last week, on Friday. Well she gave me some bug, and I'm down and out. I haven't been sick like this for I don't know how long? So as I'm laying here looking at all this dust and housework, I'm thinking what the H---l do I do all day? Over the past few years I've run out of steam, and now I'm sure I've run out of desire. Anyway, I can't just lay around so alphabetized my paints, took stock of paper and then fizzles out. I thought I might paint a little but I'm just too tired. did a very little bit of research for my next design, and plopped. Coughing up your lungs all night doesn't give you too much sleep. I think I might have even scared the old man, he asked if he needed to take me to the hospital. Anyway my mother is fine, she just showered me with her germs and continued on her merry way. I always thought she'd kill me with housework but I guess she has other plans. Well my sweet son brought home a couple of movies for me to watch, and these are his words" since I've seen them before, I could doze off and still know the outcome of the crime". They are Agatha Christie movies and yes I have read and seen most of them, but never tire of watching them again. So I'm going to try to eat something now, and go back to rest. Beware of old people with germs.