As I sit here hacking up a lung and fretting about the work that will pile up for me back at the office, I rail at the lack of interesting content on the TV - for which I pay the princely monthly sum of $120 and thanks for nothing Foxtel!!- and I fritter away my day trying to find something to do that doesn't require lungs pumping air at a normal pace. THAT would be too much to ask.
Needless to say I am the world's worst patient....even when I am my own nurse, or maybe because of it.
I also don't want to pollute the intersphere (my new made up word to go with all the other ones) with crap blogs, so I haven't really been trying. Seems like I don't have anything interesting to say at the moment that doesn't involve cancer or flu.
Today is a gorgeous Melbourne autumn day. So I staggered outside to take pics of some of my plants. I have no idea why the garden cheers me up so easily. Maybe coz it doesn't talk back. Perhaps because it doesn't ask me for anything . Or is it just that it exists despite me so there is no pressure.
I don't know but I like it......
