Banjo Man and I are sick. I guess we caught something nasty on that crowded flight from Austin to Baltimore, but that’s another story for another time. We don’t know if we have the flu or a weird virus or that strange bug they discovered last week in Nebraska that makes you stupid.
And since we’ve lost car keys, glasses and maybe a cell phone in the past few weeks, we just might have that Stupid Bug.
Because I can’t do anything but lie in bed and sometimes drag myself to the kitchen to make herbal tea, I have been buying Christmas presents on the internet, looking and lusting after vintage cowboy boots on ebay and researching used cars for next summer.
Oh, and then there are the Hallmark movies. The sappy holiday stories about romance and family and regaining Christmas spirit and finding love. And because I don’t have the energy to absorb the latest political news or live vicariously through someone’s house-buying or house-renovation on HGTV, I’ve opted for the Hallmark Movie Channel. For some reason we now get both of those channels, which means there are always two movies to choose from.
At 4:30 this morning Banjo Man and I were awake and miserable and in the living room watching this:
It was set in Austin and several of the local musicians had bit parts, along with stars Willie Nelson and Kris Kristofferson and Harry Connick, Jr.
Probably a highlight of the week, here at home at 5 AM, with a cold front moving in.
Pass the Tylenol. Thank you.