Well...

My mental acuity is returning! I'm so glad. The brain fog is lifting, and I couldn't be happier.
(I think it has something to do with Goody's headache powder)

I apologize for being ill and whining about it.
Apparently...
I sounded like I was dying.


I'm glad to tell you that I'm not dying, and I'm going to try to not whine anymore.

Yesterday, I reread one of my poem books, Walking the Bridge of Your Nose. It's a collection of poems that play on words:

Doctor Bell fell down the well

and broke his collarbone

doctors should attend the sick

and leave the well alone

*snicker*

To complete this post, here's a pretty picture from this summer:

Also, I love grits. It's my favorite get-well food. I've eaten it almost for every meal the past few days.