subsisting on sips of tomato soup and medicated losenges.

*cough*

*splutter*

#sigh

Tis no fun; this illness existence.

This compression chamber of gloom.

Admittedly a glamorous one, thank the god(s) and our exquisite eye for decoration and light.

image

We had so many Plans for our last few days of manhattan-dwelling.

Breakfasts, lunches, movies, tea in 5 star hotels; all final moments with friends (the friends that don’t work in entertainment and thus will Never set foot in los angeles).

Canceled/cancelled/regretfully

Instead we lie here, languishing.

Subsisting on sips of tomato soup and medicated losenges.

(thanks to Jonathan who left a care package at our door and a text message to let us know to emerge from this room and retrieve it with much gratitude and emotion. Nice moment: we said tomato soup please, expecting the tins/cans that So Inspired Mr. WARHOL and instead received a Delicious new experience of roasted tomato and basil from wholefoods. #yum).

The Very worst bit (apart from slinking out of Town having not said Proper goodbyes) is that we Cannot READ.

Torture.

Ok. Not torture but highly annoying.

Head/eyes Hurt.

We got horrid cabin fever by 9pm last night so decided to pull on a thick coat and emerge under the protective cover of darkness.

Made it half a block and had to hold onto a lamppost for a while and rest.

Bitterly cold.

And yet we’d never been so happy to sniff the late night manhattan air of gasoline, hope, dreams, ambition, something slightly burned or caramelized from the restaurants nearby and exhaust fuel.

After 7 mins we hastened back inside and collapsed into a deep sleep punctuated at regular intervals by some gremlin appearing to try and break free from inside our chest in a non-Alien imagery recalling way (or maybe that’s how it felt after hours Hours Hours of it).

Before we go back under for another sleep. We must just say

Hujambo wapenzi!*

to our new friends from Uganda!

Look!

image

These were our virtual but oh-so-welcomed Visitors yesterday (we are Totally obsessed by the “stats”tab on the wordpress “dashboard”).

So Terribly glo-bal, non? ;)

Send good thoughts.

You are the Nicest sick bed visitors.

We don’t worry that you will somehow catch this lurgy and we don’t have to retrieve our looks from their wan-and-shockingly-unbrushed-hair-no-mascara state.

*hello, darlings (just in case you didn’t get to study swahilli at university of the Sorbonne).

11 thoughts on “subsisting on sips of tomato soup and medicated losenges.

  1. 1904 says:

    Longing to have you here in sunny california where no one ever gets sick and we all spend the day lounging by the pool. Or at least we pretend that’s what we’re doing! XXXXX

  2. Heather in Arles says:

    Uganda! Well, that would warm my sickness away! I too love to see where people come from when they visit. I have even been tempted to include one of those live feed lists or world maps but realize that I would get nothing else done all day other than looking at that, so no. I once had a visitor from Iran. Iran! They didn’t come back. ;)

    Dear tg, it concerns me that it would appear by your photo that nothing has been packed. Now, I know that you are sick and you are not the one who is handling that but aren’t the movers coming soon?

    Sending Strength Popeye Style,
    H.

    1. teamgloria says:

      An ancient Persian with links to Paris we are sure…….how glorious!

      Tis true.

      Confession.

      We. Don’t. Pack.

      When we last moved (upper west side to soho) Jonathan (personal concierge to the Type As) came round, photographed our closets, brought boxes and lots of tape.
      We went to the office, with a lovely overnight bag and checked into hotel elysee.

      The next night we went to soho and everything was there. Unpacked.

      Magic.

      So we leave Saturday on a flight to palm springs.

      Jonathan arrives Saturday afternoon.

      And at some point everything arrives in LA.

      #glam

      We are Just too Sentimental to pack.

      Plus since they slit our throat open to remove the tumors and thyroid and glands, the emotions overwhelm us Totally (as they say in the Valley)

      1. Heather in Arles says:

        Hmm, I understand as I had to nearly throw things in boxes with a blindfold on as it is too upsetting otherwise and I have no Tobias’ to blame. Sentimentality is something that we have in common. Something tells me that is no surprise to you. Speaking of, I put a version of “The Forest” at the end of my post today. I wanted to put the original, the very original when it was still called “Into the Trees” but feared it would scare away quite a few of my readers. But for your enjoyment, here is the link (be warned, first note is exceptionally loud): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIR0Q2PYUnE

        Are you feeling better?

        1. teamgloria says:

          Heather!

          gosh.

          that brought it back (to london university and no mistake and the boys with black eyeliner and backcombed hair).

          how splendid.

          yes. feeling better. staying indoors. just in case. still a bit wobbly. fully intend to be on that PLANE tomorrow morning!!

          1. Heather in Arles says:

            Good girl. I know you will make it. When in doubt about the weight of your carry on…well, you know how to do it, just put it at your feet during check in and then throw it over your shoulder at the last moment after as if it didn’t weigh a ton. Walk away bravely. This you can do. And then you will find you way to the gate, with stops when need be and then sleep on the plane all the way to your next chapter, brave one.
            Bisous.

do say something - do :-)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s