Today I was working on a holiday card that required a lot of very careful paper cutting (about 30 small pieces of precisely-cut paper), and I got about 90% finished with it before I had to set it aside for a few hours until I felt strong enough to complete it. Dude! Art exhausts me? Collage wears me out? Ridiculous!
Tomorrow I'm planning to go to CWC, and I had originally been planning to go for my usual amount of time (around 10:30 am to 3:00 pm), but after still being so tired today, I'm now planning to just go in the afternoon from 1-3. I'm hoping that won't be too much.
I feel like a wilting flower of the Victorian era, elegantly draped on my fainting couch and sighing that I'm just too weak to get up and do anything. I'm no wilting flower, and I'm sick (literally) and tired (literally) of feeling like one! (This icon, which I've had for a very long time, seems especially appropriate to this particular paragraph of this entry.)
And yet, I must admit, I've been coughing a fair amount this afternoon and evening, in addition to the wilting flowerness. Dagnubit! This cursèd illness will never leave me alone!