I’m sick. My body feels like it’s been hit by a truck. I have a sore throat and you can find me by listening for the hacking cough. But what’s worse is the boredom. How do people watch TV all the time? Egad…no wonder we have societal problems.
But I’ve decreed myself unsick, though my body is fighting me on this issue. This morning I was trying to straighten up the nest I’d created in the living room. You know what I mean if you’ve been sick (who hasn’t?). I folded up the blanket, put pillows where they belong, put the cough medicine bottle away, and reshelved most of the books and I put the pile of pens back in my art bag.
On the coffee table in front of me was a pile of scribbles I’d done and as I went to pick them up and throw them away, I thought maybe you’d like to see some of what this sick sketcher scribbled over the last couple days. I’m not sure what it says about me, but this scribbling made me feel just a bit better – a bit less bored.