I have not left my bed for any extent of time today. The cat and I are ill, she curls herself next to my stomach. The heat of her body soothes my pain a bit and we lay in a wasted day. My head is throbbing and my eyes feel like they are going to roll out onto the bed. This early morning I considered the hospital but that would take an effort I just do not have. I am not sure if I will get to work tomorrow. So now I will lay back into my feverish dreams and hope I find my next painting in them. This has taken all of my strength to write, if I close my eyes for a while I can escape...