Back in the land of the living
Yesterday, a couple of hours after eating a cold veal salad for lunch, I started feeling queasy. I came home and spent a miserable night—the worst stomach upset I’ve had since I drank some tap water in Seoul a few years ago. Here in Sydney it’s been raining all day, so I followed Burningbird’s lead and curled up on the sofa, “comfy under a cozy blanket,” reading The Tale of Genji. I had some Vegemite on fresh sourdough bread for breakfast, sardines on sourdough bread for lunch, and tonight I think my stomach might be able to handle lamb and potatoes from the Greek restaurant up the road. “Small things,” as Burningbird wrote. Today, just making a cup of tea, taking a shower, or watching the cat eat her share of the sardines gave me pleasure. Strange how the world looks and feels fresh after even an inconsequential illness.