I am finally resurfacing after three days of illness. I woke up Wednesday to discover that my body was no longer in alliance with my mind in fighting off the bug that had been circling for days. To hell with mind over matter, you're on your own and I sank into the dark and heavy netherworld that is cold and flu medicine; a world where you're never quite sure if it's morning, noon or night, a world where drinking water seems like the right thing but you haven't the strength to navigate the hallway to the kitchen, a world where your husband looks piteously down upon you but doesn't dare make physical contact. That's when you know it is absolutely real.
But, because I made this promise of clicking the shutter daily, because I (perhaps foolishly) believe that something good will come of it - what, I don't know - I have managed to post my daily 365 project photos. I told Michael I may be nearing the end of this project and he reminded me that the weekend will be beautiful and that I could make it.
That he's quarantined himself from me while I'm down is understandable. The sounds from his studio are comfort enough - a brush clinking in a glass of turpentine, his chair scraping on the floor, the joints of the desk light creaking as he swivels it into place. I managed one photo of him working that I like quite a bit. And it's Friday and I am trying to stay on track.