Forgotten Magic

I can't seem to get the underlining to stop. It feels like I am trying to emotionally underscore every bit of my silly musings...Anyway, I was feeling a bit down today. I'm sick and at home alone and its cold. Not the best combination. I was considering whether to crawl back into bed or get up and do something productive...like the dishes or folding laundry. (something that never seems to get high enough on the priority list) when I happened upon a collection of photographs by Jessica Lange. I loved them. I felt the magic of the everyday. I found myself wishing for little foreign villages and tea parties with little sisters. That seemed to make me only more gloomy until I remembered that I live in a very magical city and that sick days can be some of the most magical days of all. As a kid sick days turned "Andy Griffeth" and "Bonanza" into the most thrilling and epic of tales...just because it was the mysterious televsion only my mom could watch. I remembered how icky tea can magically turn my shivering body into a puddle of warm mush. And how it felt like I was in another dimension when I looked at the clock, saw 10:00 and thought "everyone else I know is in english right now." I think I'll forgo the sleep and even the dishes (for the moment) and go take a walk in the cold but magially sunny day.