I’ve barely cooked this week. Sickness has descended upon our house to the point that I’ve wondered if we should hire someone to stand outside our front door, wave a bell and holler, “Unclean! UNCLEAN!” in dramatic plague fashion.
I haven’t checked emails, WordPress, Facebook, Instagram or any other The Imperfect Kitchen social media staple all week. I haven’t pick up my camera and I haven’t written a publishable word. Until tonight, I didn’t even know that the lovely Oak Tree Lane had awarded me a Liebster Award — yippee!
Basically, I’ve got nothing to publish and I feel guilty. Ridiculous — because nothing bad’s going to happen in anyone’s life if I publish tomorrow instead of today.
So that’s it for tonight I’m afraid. My two year old’s currently yelling to be let into my bedroom, where I’m hunched on my bed typing frantically and furtively, wishing I didn’t have to deal with any more sick people (I seemed to miss all of Florence Nightingale’s DNA); so who knows what’s going to happen next?
Wish all those around me luck and I may see you tomorrow…