Believe me, day seven feels a lot like day one. The cough is a little lighter, but the headache is still there. A small piercing pain. I prefer it to the horrific pounding pain of days 3-5. If the Center for Disease Control's website says that influenza lasts anywhere from 4-7 days, then why-oh-why does my body feel like it is pushing for a record-breaking eight? Oh please, let this be the last day! Let it hold at seven and give me a healthy day eight tomorrow. Pretty please?
This is a shot of our bedroom doorway looking out into the hall. (See it bigger.)The title is a bit misleading. It would be more appropriate to say that I stare at what isn't there. Why? It always takes me a while to get out of bed. I spend at least 10-15 minutes staring at this corner or that until I come to my senses and realize that I've been staring at nothing for a very long time. Sometimes Mark will ask me, "Are you staring?" We've been married long enough that he doesn't ask me what I'm staring at any more.
p.s. I plan on painting the rest of the door frames white (not the doors themselves). For some reason they are white inside the rooms but not in the hallway.
It is snowing and so very dark outside today. It is dark inside too. The FedEx delivery woman and I both agreed that it should not be snowing today. But it is. This photo is of our dining room table. See it bigger, it's prettier.