I’m alive! Woohoo! Here’s the thing. I have decided that maybe I need to spend a moment in a tanning bed from time to time. Not for tanning! I feel so lethargic in winter and feeling lethargic makes work go slow which makes me feel easily overwhelmed which makes me stress which makes me succeptible to colds which makes me catch colds which then makes colds linger forever. So, if I got a little sunlight all over, maybe I’d feel young and spry. Because I eat well, I exercise, I take care of myself and the only thing different is sunshine. So, maybe I will go talk a tanning salon into letting me into a tanning bed for 5 minutes every couple of weeks. I’ve been in one before (I wasn’t going to show up in the Yuccatan this pale. Hello?) and it takes more like twelve minutes for me to get any color, so, eh, maybe just a shot of UV would be enough to perk me up. It’s like season affective disorder, only physically not emotionally. (Shrugs)

I Zicam’d it and Vitamin C’d it and ate lots of spinach and drank lots of green tea and water and fought my way through, though. I got really desperate and took a cold & sinus pill yesterday and pulled the hives/swelling throat/spike in body temperature routine on myself. Oops. Dumbass. I never have done well with Tylenol anything. But, I feel good today. Fucking finally.

But, I thrive. Amy Guth is always okay. I read a lot and painted. My two new canvasses are primed and on my kitchen walls so I can stare at them and figure out what the paint on them. I did laundry. I watched the Pesidential address two nights ago and now worry about the possibility of my friend, ArmyGrrl, being deployed.

For those keeping score: He said “terror” or “terrorist” (pronounced “tear” and “tearist”) only ten times. “Sectarian” seven times. “Nuke-u-lawr” only once. “Nine-Eleven” only once. “Al Kite-uh” eight times. But, he said “Merica” a whopping twenty-two times.

How have all of you been? I feel like I’m out of the bloggy loop.