January at the cabin in my head..

And it’s cold/flu season.  But the cabin is toasty warm, thanks to the wood stove and the ample supply of firewood I’ve chopped.  I’m languishing in the rustic sleigh bed, enveloped in the comforting embrace of the featherbed and covered with a few of my homemade quilts.  Friends drop in periodically to serve me fragrant mugs of tea (in hand thrown mugs).  The honey and lemon in the tea soothes my aching throat.  Yes, the honey is from my own hives.

If I’m feeling well enough, they join me for a steaming bowl of chicken soup (there’s an ample supply in my freezer) and slices of crusty bread (see the aforementioned freezer).  Then I’m left to snooze, knit, read, etc.   I’m missing out on some beautiful freshly fallen snow, my snowshoes and cross country skis looking abandoned in the back hallway.  The dog is snoozing next to me on the bed.

Good grief, who needs a cheerful sick person?  I do love the cabin in my head even if it makes me giggle.  My reality is that I have some sort of “cold” that mimics the flu in many ways.  Each day is a new beginning with different symptoms.  Each night is a struggle to sleep due to the racking cough that has rendered me feeling as though I was run over by a bus.  I’ve pretty much foraged through most of the edible items in my freezer and fridge, have no energy to cook, and the big event of the day is taking a shower.

I’ve binge watched several seasons of “Heartland” and have been doing a little reading.  Here is a shameless plug for an author…currently I’m reading “How Will I Know You?,” the latest novel from Jessica Treadway.  It’s suspenseful, complex, and small town-ish.  In fact the setting is an adjacent town near my cabin in the woods 😉.  Before I acquired this illness, I was working on a new project.  I’ve decided to write a book on the history of our local school district.  It will contain all of the requisite facts, photos, etc., but I am also going to conduct many interviews with various alumni and faculty/staff in order to include excerpts of their thoughts and recollections.  I’m very excited about it.  More to come when I feel better.

And no, I don’t keep bees (maybe in my bonnet) but I have a friend who does so that counts.  I’m allergic to down and don’t have a featherbed and we have no snow on the ground at this moment.  I DO have cross country skis (don’t ask when last I used them) but don’t have snowshoes.  My last attempt at knitting was long ago but I do stream Netflix and always have something to read.   A picture of my neighbor’s sweet dog is the wallpaper on my iPad.  I splurged on a new box of Puffs, a new bag of sugar free cough drops and a quart of wonton soup.  I’m off to make some tea.

About thequarryschild

A self-described forensic junkie, Beth Anderson spends her days shaping young minds to ask critical questions and wonder “whodunit.” Beth resides in the Capital District of New York and spends her free time reading and solving the great mysteries. Her love of swimming, tennis and sports provides the basis for one of the lead characters in her new book The Quarry’s Child. Beth is one of the founding members of the Upper Hudson Valley Chapter of Sisters in Crime (aka Mavens of Mayhem), a graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy, a survivor of a visit to an active aircraft carrier while it was at sea, and a published poet in Soundings, a literary journal. Beth continues to instill a love for mystery fiction in her students as she has for over twenty years. Photo credit: Quinn Mulvey
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