Feeling ever-so-slightly more human today.  Last night the ladyfriend brought me a bouquet of lovely little purple lilies (perfect for my funeral!), topped off with the most artistic bouquet twig I have ever seen.

It is a long, meandering, and graceful twig.  It has a sort of Japanese elegance to it.  It forms a perfect counterpoint to the more stately lines of the lilies.  And, this morning, as I awoke from my cold medication haze, it was poking towards my pillow as if with tender concern.

“How are you feeling this morning?” the Artistic Twig seemed to inquire.  “Shall I call off the lilies and tell them not to expect to be thrown onto your casket?”

That is correct, Artistic Twig.  You can stick around.

No pun intended.

SO.  While I am still wearing socks and coughing up things of an exotic hue and consistency, today I’ll be coloring a page of Family Man and addressing and stuffing orders that have a time crunch on them.

Probably while Azumanga Daioh (still the only anime show I’ve gotten attached to) blares away on the television, because it never fails to be both soothing and peppy:

Fancy hearing cake indeed, ladies.  Fancy hearing cake, indeed.