Bueno pues… my weekend plans of attending the LA Times Festival of books were thwarted last minute. Plan B was not much fun at all, ¿pero qué le hacemos? Health comes first.
This is officially the second worst cold/flu of my life*. 10 days and counting, sigo afónica con un sore throat to the point of answering a business call and having the guy identify me as “Cristina with the hoarse voice” (Ouch!)
Note to self: I will no longer try speaking today. Ya fue mucho “güiri-güiri”… I’ll try sign language.
(* The worst cold of my life was not actually a cold but pneumonia at the age of 9, which knocked me out of school for 2 weeks and forever left me scared of salir de la casa con el pelo mojado, but I digress.)
Today I had a case of the Mondays. It is raining in LA and I am trying to get back into the groove of things. This morning I got up like Linus from Peanuts, dragging my blanket, my bed calling out to me still. Does this ever happen to you?
Funny thing, on my way to lunch I saw this woman who was wearing a blanket as a raincoat. Well it’s not exactly a blanket, but a Mexican Sarape, the likes of which I had not seen for a while. Practical and warm? Yes. Stylish and pleasing on the eyes? Not exactly.
But it made me laugh. That is exactly what I felt like wearing.
Gripa, sal de este cuerpo ¡pero YA!!!!
Have a good week my friends.