lying in bed/with what seems to be a concussion/nausea (but less now), exhaustion, headache, some diziness/the aftermath of the awful encounter i had with an open cupboard door yesterday/slept the whole day /while it snows outside/i feel bad about being in bed when i had to teach a class/had watercolor dreams/now i really want to go out and buy chartpak markers and a box of bright watercolors and alter a book and play more in my journal/but my poor head is asking me to rest