Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Right Conditions

It's raining outside. I am feverish and have a hacking cough that I fear is consumption. I am still in my pajamas and wearing the sweater I knitted that is 5 times too big.

If I had a bottle of laudanum and a slight mental disorder these would be the perfect conditions to write a really good novel.

2 comments:

camille said...

Dad. I blame this all on his "you don't hurt like I hurt" statement. Because I feel the exact same way. If only I had an oversized crocheted sweater like yours. Really...you must post a picture for the blog world to see.

The Katzbox said...

proverbial chicken soup-lots of garlic. herb tea with lots of honey.

gargle.

Speaking of laudanum, when I was young, they still had an opoid available over-the-counter called paragoric. They used to rub it on our gums when we were teething and they gave it to us in water when our tummies hurt. nice.

I think paragoric, although similar to laudanum, isn't quite as strong, however it's still derived from opium. No wonder my bro and I never minded getting dosed...and to think we all grew up to live through the 70s...hmmmmm....

Anyway, that was a lovely flashback...be well my friend...