I fight the idea that I might be sick the way that a small child fights bedtime. Stubborn denial is my favorite strategy, and the phrase, but I'm NOT sick has been my little internal mantra for the past two days. Unless I have a fever (the only real, tangible proof of illness in my mind) I am able to dismiss all other symptoms as allergies or the ever-popular "just tired." But this morning I was so dizzy and achy-all-over, that I decided to call in, sans fever.
The minute I hung up the phone, I promptly went to sleep here:
And slept for six hours. And woke up feeling quite a bit better, despite the fact that I'd forgotten to take my contact lenses out. 
On Monday I snuck into my studio for a couple of hours and got this shot of my egg installation. I like this arrangement. By the way, this piece (along with many others) will be included in my solo show, From My Forest, at LynnArts in Lynn, MA from August 29th–October 3rd. The opening reception is on Saturday, September 6th, from 2–4pm. And yes, (*sigh*) my name is spelled incorrectly on their website.
I ordered these Camilla Engman decals last week from Third Drawer Down, and they arrived on Monday! I used some of them to make a little story fragment on my microwave stand-thing:
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The ill-defined illness? Bovine spongiform enchaphalitis. S'gotta be. Makes you tired, achy, and - oh wait, you listed "nachos" on your interests so that means you have thumbs, so that means...
Yeah, okay that's out.
'Kay, how about Kreutzfeldt-Jakov? Has a great name. Could be a Russian skating duo.
Just a thought.
Cheers, excellent work, and have a good day. -Thaddeus
I DID just make a meat sauce the other day! With GROUND BEEF!
But no hallucinations.....yet.
Ummm.. hate to tell you this, but I'm not really another blogger commenting on your blog. I'm a telepathic beaver in New Hampshire, and I'm afraid you're tripping already.
The beef for the sauce - was it "on sale" or "remaindered" or "found in a dumpster"?
Aw nuts......
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