Sum of all Years

I've got the flu. My husband has had it for a few days and I've been sleeping on the sofa or in the guest room to try and avoid getting it myself, but despite these efforts and all the hand-washing I've been doing, I got it and it's bad. Painful cough, fever & dizzy (really dizzy), awful headache kind of bad. I was supposed to go into the recording studio today and do a VO project. Got in my car (trying to convince myself all the while that I could exercise mind over matter and keep it at bay "just until I'm done and can get home."

So much for mind over matter. I got about 3 blocks, and the car was spinning. I couldn't expose my engineer to this - that would be just wrong. I called and cancelled and now I'm in bed, surfing the 'net.

I've been reading my friend Bonnie's blog for quite a while, and she's been posting something called a "Sum of all Years." It was originally thought up by Cliff Jones, and the whole idea is that it's an autobiography where the word count for each post is limited to the number of the corresponding age for that entry; five words for year five, six words for year six and so on.

I find the idea quite profound.

Bonnie even has photographs of her life from each year posted on her entries -- I wish I could do that, but being the last kid out of four, there aren't a whole lot of photos of me from childhood. It's like the novelty of parenthood had worn off a bit by the time I showed up, and any new thing I learned was only new to me. No big deal for Mom & Dad, who had watched and photographed three other kids do exactly the same thing. I guess if you've seen one baby discover their toes, you've pretty much seem 'em all.

So I think I might take BrYan's approach and just do one or two years at a time.

So. Starting with


ONE

Slept