Ever feel so sick that all you can do is lie in bed and stare at the freckles on your arm?
I have. I am.
I started connecting those freckle-dots in childhood during my numerous strep throat infections. The habit reappeared for the first four months of each of my pregnancies. This week the visual exercise returned due to a cold that is perhaps the worst I have had in my 47 years.
Monday, however, it tackled me hard and once again I lie staring blankly at those freckle-dots feeling like I was going to die.
A few rounds of solitaire is just about the only thing I can muster in between freckle staring.