That's where my brain is. I'm still sick, but do feel a whole lot better. I slept until 5:30p yesterday and then got 11 hours of sleep last night. If I didn't feel so god-awful, I would think I was slipping back into depression. But, I leave for my grandparents tomorrow, and it's a 7 hour drive, it's supposed to be snowing, so, I can't afford to be sick tomorrow. That's it, no more sickness for me!!! I talked to mom, and she said the poor little man has the flu again and is throwing up all over the place. Phoenix is already in the bottom 3% for his age in regards to his size. He's 28 months, and wears 18 months clothes, with the legs rolled up. I would love to post a picture to show you how incredibly cute his is, but I don't think my brother would really appreciate it. Back to the point: he really can't afford to be sick. The poor little man.
Wedding stuff. We have a budget. Now we just have to make everything fit into it. Not a problem. I thought, that since I originally told Wes "not in a million years" the preacher could start with a joke about how time flies, or something like that. Camille gave me this beautiful purse for Christmas. It's one of those fancy clutch purses with beading all over it. It gave me an idea. I can always put some beads on the dress I get myself, just to make a little more special. Also, as none of you know, John Donne is one of my favorite poets, so I thought about having one of his poems read. How about this one:
I wonder, by my troth, what though and I
Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasure, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let up possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
Would I be the only one there who would appreciate it?
I need to clean my flat. I thought the cold meds were non-drowsy, but after a second look, they're not. No wonder I slept all day yesterday.
Finally, did I tell you they changed my wonderful radio station into a country music station? Just ask Camille what I think of country music.