Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Oh, boy, did I get a virus, probably from either my grandson or daughter-in-law.  On Wednesday I began sneezing, on Thursday I sneezed what felt like millions of times, and had to blow my nose.  On Thursday I had a low fever and did nothing but sleep, blow my nose and sneeze.  That night I took Benadryl, which dried me up to an alarming degree, and left me Friday morning with a headache, fever and a zombie like state.  I canceled seeing my grandson, and pretty much stayed in bed, and took Tylenol.  Last night I didn't take anything and slept breathing through my nose, and this morning I feel pretty good.  No fever, not much blowing of the nose, and the ability to think and want to come out to my studio and relay all this incredibly boring information about my health.  The thing I know now, in my elderly wisdom, is that I don't push myself.  I just lay down and quit the engines until I've rested and wallowed in my sickness.  I slept in the morning, I slept in the afternoon, I read a cheesy book in between.  Last night we watched "Hugo", Martin Scorcese's film, which is beautiful to look at but somehow incredibly boring.  It was just right for my mental dullness.  I admire Scorcese but don't like any of his films.  Yes, I've seen all the famous ones, but his romanticism, love of gore and lack of emotions makes it impossible for me to engage with his characters.  He gets all the great actors, and they are in gorgeous sets and lighting, but it's like looking through a picture book.  The eye is pleased but the heart is cold.