Forgive my absence

I have been a hideous monster, hiding out in my bedroom for the past week. Seems I was afflicted with a rash, or hives, possibly from the sunburn I got in Florida. It was not pretty. My eyes were swollen, my skin burned and itched. Little bumps all over my body became sprawling patches of pink in a matter of hours. My wrists were so swollen and sore, I could not raise myself into a seated position. On the plus side, for one day, my upper lip looked like Angelina Joli’s.

To top it off, the only thing Doc prescribed was Benedryl. Turns out, I’m allergic. Nausea, dizziness, migraines, and all round mayhem ensued.

Oh, and did I mention the construction zone outside my front door? Yep. Try getting some shut-eye when a bulldozer the size of a small apartment building is ripping out the street directly below your bedroom. The house shook, the dog cowered, I cried. Not exactly what I envisioned for my first week of freedom…I mean…unemployment.

Amazingly, less than a week later, I am almost back to normal. Upper lip has deflated back to original size and I can walk upright for several minutes at a time. Hooray!

It is beautiful out. Have you been out there? Go. Turn off that computer and go out into the world. Things are blooming, as my husband’s recent sneeze fest illustrates, and the sky is the sparkling blue of spring. Now, if only that huge orange Vasko dumpster wasn't in my front yard...