I am Jesus

I spent my whole weekend in some stage of dead or dying. A sandwich i ate on Thursday had some questionable lettuce on it, which my body rejected violently on Friday (thankfully after i got home) and i spent the last three days curled up in bed, mostly asleep. I had a giggle when i realized i "died" on a Friday, was "dead" Saturday and Sunday, and in the process of resurrection on Monday.

As you can imagine, nothing has happened. I did find a nice linen in my stash, enough to make a hemd and was probably intended for a shirt or chemise anyway, and i was convinced to use it bc i can always get more for another shirt. Deal. I'll take my three lengths of thread out of the loosely woven one and repurpose it.

I had planned to see my gramma, cut the new hemd, do some cooking this weekend. Instead i was dead. Alas!