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.