I was major, major sick yesterday… for any of you who’ve read my previous blog, you’ve heard of my cool built-in forewarning system: when my skin starts to hurt I know I’m getting sick. Unfortunately I had to work after school, but in the last hour I had to call Joel in to close for me. I went to my parents’ house (they had left for meeting but had soup and vitamins on the counter for me!) and had a detox bath. Afterwards, and after I shuffled around gaining sympathy from my mom, dad and Squirt, I layered on the clothing and made a cocoon out of the bed and cold-sweat through the night.
In the morning I found my bodily temperature really did constitute for all the pain I was in–in plain English, because I don’t know if that meant anything to anyone but me–I had a fever. It was 99.6 and yes, Canadians, unfortunately I’m speaking in Fahrenheit.
So, there is my story of the day. I have a huge throbbing headache–you know the one that whenever you stand up or exercise too much it feels like your brain is pulsating? I wonder what that really is, by the way. Hm.







This is my new easel although some may call it an ironing board. I found it on the side of the road while I walked on my way to school so on the way home I had it under one arm and my canvas under another.