Call it malaise, or maybe ennui. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s lupus mist. I think it started Monday when I showed up on time for my dentist’s appointment — but a week early. So I went on to the grocery store for supplies, and the heat index was like 107. I spent Tuesday in a daze, muttering, “This, too, shall pass,” Only it didn’t.
I managed to make it to an absolutely necessary appointment on Wednesday (yes, my hair is shorter), came home and collapsed. Books went unread, blog posts unwritten. I wanted to write about the Edward Gorey exhibit at the Orlando Museum of Art (“N is for Neville who died of ennui”), and tell you how wonderful I found Laura Lippman’s new novel, I’d Know You Anywhere. I thought — fleetingly — about the upcoming Katrina anniversary and some good hurricane books to recommend. Mostly I have been horizontal on the couch without the energy to put in a DVD or pick up the remote. I listened to paint dry on HGTV.
This has gone on long enough. Apparently not. You won’t believe how many typos I’ve corrected in these few paragraphs. Thank goodness for the dogwalker in the afternoons. It was 90something when we went out a few hours ago, and the humidity was like a soggy blanket. We didn’t go far. My legs hurt. I’m like Lucy, crabby as all get out. The cats want to be fed. As smart as they are, you’d think they could pour Purina in the dish. Oh, all right.
Woundikins! That’s my only accomplishment of the last 24 hours beyond the essential. Aimlessly surfing the web, I found savetheword.org, which is devoted to rescuing obsolete words before they go completely out of use. Move your cursor across the collage of words on the screen — words I can’t remember now, most I’ve never heard of — and the words talk to you: “Choose me!” “Over here!” “Me! Me! Me!” They’re begging to be adopted. I chose “woundikins,” which is either a mild oath in itself, dating from the 1800s, or referring to mild profanity. Like dadgum, or egads or, batcrap. Having adopted the word (I can now order a T-shirt), I’m supposed to use it in a sentence every day. So, I’ll be back when I don’t feel like woundikins.