Self portrait today. 3 actually.
In bed; recovering from a root canal and with a migraine. Why show this? Me feeling poorly, hair not washed, without makeup, not functional, in pain, immobile, miserable… I’ve hidden this from everyone around me for 20 years, and suddenly I offer it up for public view. Not sure of the reason, except it’s where I am. And I think it matters, or will in the long run. My gut tells me to do it.
I’ve no idea of how much time has passed. I know it’s still daytime from the light outside. I could have been out for 20 minutes or 6 hours. No matter how long I’ve slept, my little pug stays close to me. As long as I am in bed, he will not leave. Touching him brings me back to reality. He is genetically built for snoozing. The perfect dog if you have Chronic Fatigue.
My body is whacked, but not my spirit. The tulips are complements of the previous home owner who left this world, and all her flowers quite unexpectedly several years ago, and also thanks to our neighbor who dutifully took care of the them until we came along and bought the house. Though he’s relieved of the job, this week he mentions how our weeds are getting out of control in the yard. Honestly, I’d rather take photos.