On the Mend

I'm spending the next few days at home, resting after having minor surgery yesterday. I've been watching old movies, napping on and off, and as a result I haven't seen a single film completely through. It hurts to laugh so I've been avoiding comedies and concentrating on mysteries and musicals (although the former can contain some zingers). Next up is Hitchcock's The Birds, which I haven't seen in many years. Let's see if Tippi and gang hold up.

Photo of the last rose of the season at Jefferson Market Garden by Michele.

Feeling Better

Earlier this week I thought I was coming down with the flu. Those symptoms quickly evolved into a hacking cough that could wake the dead. After spending Friday afternoon at the hospital I learned that I have asthmatic bronchitis. Now my nightstand is covered with a variety of medications (alas, no VanBeil's Rye and Rock), which already have me feeling much better and breathing easier. Hopefully my days of imitating Garbo in Camille will be over soon.

Image from the Library of Congress.

Sick

Bette Davis in Of Human Bondage.

I had loads of plans for this week including adding some new posts to the blog. Unfortunately, I have the flu dear readers and currently look like Bette Davis in this photo. I am in bed with big cups of tea and water on the nightstand and a bunch of Miss Marple mysteries on Netflix to watch. As soon as I have more energy, I promise to post some new tales. In the meantime, it's time for some DayQuil and back to St. Mary Mead.