In the 11th grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Wolfe, admonished her class to always search for the correct noun or verb to use in our essays. I've been unwell lately, and my brain isn't thinking clearly enough to process and edit a clever blog entry, or even search for the right words to use....and because of the malaise associated with an illness, I haven't had the strength or energy to work on various art things in the studio. Using the word "things" to describe art stuff is the very sort of literary blunder about which Mrs. Wolfe admonished us. Whatever. I've been staring at the computer screen for several minutes and my clogged head still cannot find a clear translatable thought, much less try to come up with a better word than things...nothing.
The doctor thinks daughter Joy and I have whooping cough. Not fun.