I'm feeling better than I did yesterday, which has already been good in some ways and will turn out to be good in others before too long. I've got stuff to do here! I can't just waste time feeling sick! I made tacos for lunch, and missista and I walked the timprov, and I've been working on The Mark of the Sea Serpent, which is just about half done, I estimate, and I've been trying to figure out what we're going to do about artwork for the kitchen. Soon I will shower and put on real clothes and go for nice dinner and a play.
I'm doing that spring thing I do every spring, where I decide I hate every garment in my closet, and all the winter clothes are too warm and all the summer clothes are too cold and I'm sick of everything transitional, and then I look at catalogs and hate all of their clothes even more than mine, and then I swear I'm going to go naked. This happens every year. This year is slightly different: I swear I'm going to go around in just the amber jewelry elisem made.
I will get over it, but really, spring. I spend all fall happy with clothes, because either it's the last chance to wear summer stuff I like, or it's the first chance to wear winter stuff I like. I don't know why spring is the opposite, but it is. I hated spring until I went to Gustavus. I couldn't see why anyone liked it. Now I get it -- Minnesotans earn their springs -- but I still have this thing where my brain wants to fling everything away and shout, "GAHHHHH!" And I don't even enjoy gardening, so I can't take refuge in that.
Other than that, I'm in a very good mood and appreciating small things. But -- clothes. Spring.