They say one should not toss and turn in bed; that one should get out of bed and go someplace else to twiddle thumbs whilst waiting for sleep and heavy eye lids as a cue to return to the box spring. So here I am, patiently and eagerly waiting for my cue to hurry back and try to sleep.
This weekend has been nothing but sleep and more sleep as I tried to give my body plenty of rest to fight this cold, but now it just seems to be getting worse! My throat itches, and thankfully my big-ass hands won’t fit down my throat to scratch the fuck out of that itch! My lungs are starting to ache, and i can only hope that I’ll be healthy and in good voice for an Easter gig I promised a friend I’d do.
The good thing about being home bound this weekend was being able to finish my composition for male chorus. I need to finish the 2nd one before coordinating a reading with some of my trusty and talented musician-friends.
Yay! I just had a nice yawn… Perhaps it’s time to prepare for the bed. Until next time…