Although I've come down with the stomach flu and only have the energy to move between chair/bed to toilet and back, spring has sprung. And that means all the yuck that infiltrates my work place and Beckett's daycare might die off. It also means that days will get warmer, flowers will explode, and the slow unveiling of knees will make its way onto the streets of America.
This series by Charles Frager from his book Europe's Wild Men makes me want to don something in the fur, flower and stick variety while I sip lemon water from bed. I'm thinking this would definitely make me feel better.
