I am in rough shape today. I have a cold, plus I pulled a muscle in my leg. I think the latter is from the copious amounts of walking we do. I’m not used to a 5km walk, just to get home each day (often we walk more). My body rebelled, but too late because I am completely addicted to the walking now and just hobble along.
At home, I am rarely sick. When I am, I always figure that a day in bed or on the sofa, with movies and magazines in hand, is just what the doctor ordered. It forces me to relax, unwind and recharge. Am I weird in embracing a cold?
Here, although our Budapest apartment is pretty, there’s no time, or place, for lounging. I have a research deadline and need to book it (pun intended). So today, in the library, I am dreaming of fluffy, comfy, airy bedrooms (my own included) where I could lay my head down. Just for a bit.
Speaking of beds, have you wondered where we sleep? We have a small sofa and chair that both morph, transformer style, into beds. Here’s mine: