Cappuccino Is Taking A Sick Day

On account of roadkill

Photo of the author in better days. Okay, no, it’s an adorable hedgie that has nothing whatsoever to do with being sick, but I wanted it, so here it is, and will you look at that inquisitive wet nose?

As a single mom, you aren’t afforded sick days. You get up every morning whether you’re dead or alive. I taught step classes (which are heavily aerobic) at the gym when I had walking pneumonia. Had to. As an “independent contractor,” I had no sick leave or health insurance. It was months before I was able to see a doctor.

That’s America for ya.

You’d think that writing wouldn’t make that many demands on a person, but after a weekend with my fun new celiac, my brain is drifting like an unmoored boat. I’m going to need one more good night’s sleep before I try to do a deep dive on anything substantive.

But I have a million ideas for Cappuccino this week, so stay tuned. Hopefully by tomorrow, I’ll be operational again. I’ll even take “barely functional.” Anything—anything—is better than how I feel now, which is gutted like a sea bass.

Until then, love to you all.