Dearest Charlie,
I’m feeling pretty icky this weekend. I had big plans to get out and do some exploring… but the pollen has other ideas. It’s winning, and I’m over here fighting congestion, a scratchy head, and just that overall “blah” feeling. Not exactly adventure-ready.
I keep thinking I should get up and do something… anything… but I just can’t seem to find the motivation. Every time I consider it, my body votes no. So I guess this weekend is turning into a lay-low kind of weekend. Rest. Fluids. Maybe something warm to eat. And a whole lot of not doing much.
Not what I had in mind - but probably what I need. I do wish you were here.
You’d probably fuss at me a little, tell me to slow down and take care of myself… and then make sure I actually did it.
I miss that.
Anyway… that’s about all I’ve got today.
Just me, a pile of tissues, and a stubborn case of pollen.
Love you,
Me
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