Being sick has changed my perspective on life. I feel my mortality. My world has contracted. I'm having a hard time being interested in anything outside of my skin. I don't give a damn about politics, global warming, dead penguins, gas prices, burst bubbles, the-utter-stupidity-of-using-corn-to-produce-ethanol, or the mold in my bathtub.
I do have a renewed appreciation for Hubby, though. He has been tender, solicitous and caring through the whole episode. I'm feeling better, just thinking about how fortunate I am.
NEW SUBJECT: The Dark Knight... Have any of you seen it yet? They would have to pay me all the receipts from opening night to make me watch it. Life is grim enough, without being transported into a terrifying, violent, creepy place like Gotham City.
I'd rather laugh than cry. Maybe I could rent an old "Laurel and Hardy" movie...