Sick, but...

Wednesday, 8:07 pm

By Kate

Apr

01

2009

That spring head cold turned into a full blown chest cold with the fever and coughing and the foghorn effect. My hair even hurts. I think this is the worst of it. Tomorrow will be better. It runs against my grain, but I finally admitted defeat and crawled under my blankets a couple of hours ago. A friend stopped by a little while ago and left a large container of homemade chicken soup, crackers, and a bottle of Nyquil on my doorstep. I am a lucky person.

So, while I’m huddled under my blankets, slurping chicken soup, I thought it might be time to do a little shopping online. You know, maybe just a little treat to cheer me up. I haven’t really been keeping up my end of the consumerist bargain lately, so maybe just a little something.

Like

Maybe

A white fountain pen.

Now, admittedly, it’s not a fancy one. It doesn’t even have a gold nib. And it’s certainly not in the same league as this one, which I look at at least once a month to drool.

But, you know, I think the more humble model will do just fine.

So, despite my hair and fingernails hurting, there is fountain pen joy in my heart. It will be here in a couple of days.