Sick Day

I remember the exact moment I stopped wearing pajamas. Or rather, the exact moment that lead to me not wearing pajamas that night, and never putting them back on unless decorum decreed.

Pre-puberty, me and my BFF were gossiping. She had recently seen her older sister naked, and her older sister's body looked quite different from ours. How had she seen all this, I asked. Well, sister doesn't wear pajamas and she ran to the bathroom naked.

It hit me like a brick in the face. I don't know how this had never occurred to me before. Pajamas aren't a necessity for sleeping? You don't have to wear them? I didn't realize how much I hated them until I realized they weren't required. Done and done.

So if you were in my bedroom right now, you would know I was sick without even asking, without even noticing my glassy eyes and red-rimmed nose.

I am

1) in bed, alone, at 12:30 pm. I am never in bed at 12:30 pm unless someone luscious is in there with me. Rest assured, no one luscious would be in here with me and my

2) flannel nightgown. I have had this nightgown since I was probably 15. I wear it when I am sick. If I feel sick enough to wear not only pajamas, but pajamas made out of a material I generally find cloyingly comforting, you know indeed that there is one sick body wrapped up inside them.

Though really, today also feels like a bit of a luxury. I do feel entirely like crap: my head is cottony and my brain is foggy, my nose won't stop dripping, my muscles ache. I slept until nearly 11 am, and I never sleep that late.

But I'm not so sick that all I can do is lie still and moan, so I've actually got a great afternoon and evening lined up, though I did have to sadly cancel plans with both Eric and J.

Scattered over my bed and night table, I've got my computer, the newest issue of the Believer, the Nora Ephron book J. loaned me, notes to type up for the workshop on Sunday, the first season of Dexter, and my knitting. The wind is shaking all the leaves off the big tree outside, sending streaks of gold across the window. I've got ginger for tea and honey to put in it. I've got left over squash soup for lunch. Shelley's bringing me healthy food for dinner. I see a big long nap in my future.

It's almost worth the head full of stuffing.