Happy Friday, everyone. The world is looking sunnier this morning (even though its really not) because I am definitely on the upswing!
After gallons of orange juice, many cans of Progresso Chicken Noodle Soup, mugs upon mugs of tea, and more sleep than I usually get in a month . . . I am feeling (nearly) human again. I've even declared myself ready-for-prime-time, and I'm headed out for a much-need and already twice-rescheduled haircut.* (The first reschedule was not due to The Sickness. But the second one was.)
I especially want to thank you all for your kind words of support and sympathy during The Sickness. It helped to know you all were out there, cheering me on and sending the juju. XOXO
And now . . . let's get out there and have a great weekend, shall we?
*About that haircut. I've been working on growing out my WAY too short pixie cut for about a year now. It's slow going, and my hair stylist has been helping me keep things looking (pretty) good through the tedious grow-out phase (as is right, as she is the one to blame for the WAY too short pixie cut in the first place) (you'll look like Jamie Lee Curtis she said) (uh . . . not really, so thanks for that). Anway, I have now reached the most awkward stage of the grow-out . . . The-I-Look-Like-the-Quaker-Oat-Man-and-I-Can't-Do-a-Thing-With-It Phase. (Help!)