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Sick, but...
That spring head cold turned into a full blown chest cold with the fever and coughing and the foghorn effect. My hair even hurts. I think this is the worst of it. Tomorrow will be better. It runs against my grain, but I finally admitted defeat and crawled under my blankets a couple of hours ago. A friend stopped by a little while ago and left a large container of homemade chicken soup, crackers, and a bottle of Nyquil on my doorstep. I am a lucky person.
So, while I’m huddled under my blankets, slurping chicken soup, I thought it might be time to do a little shopping online. You know, maybe just a little treat to cheer me up. I haven’t really been keeping up my end of the consumerist bargain lately, so maybe just a little something.
Like
Maybe
Now, admittedly, it’s not a fancy one. It doesn’t even have a gold nib. And it’s certainly not in the same league as this one, which I look at at least once a month to drool.
But, you know, I think the more humble model will do just fine.
So, despite my hair and fingernails hurting, there is fountain pen joy in my heart. It will be here in a couple of days.
Feel better soon. Went through this about a month ago, thought it would never go away.
Pens, eh? Now I would get that excited over..........shoes maybe?? ;)
sorry about the cold but glad to hear you have such a thoughtful friend who is nurturing you from afar. hope you will improve soon and that you continue to get some rest!
I love fountain pens. Hardly ever use them, but I love them.
Sorry you’re feeling punk.
Yes, Cyn, given a choice between a fine pen and a fine pair of shoes, the pen would win every single time. I’m so not a fashion plate. Although I could get excited about a pair of Bean boots. 
Sky, it is nice to have someone to watch out for you. And I do believe in the restorative powers of chicken soup! Feeling much better today. That’s relative, of course. Still not very spunky, but I think I’ll be pretty much back to normal tomorrow. Caving in to the malady and crawling under the blankets is not so easy sometimes, but I think it helps a whole lot. My foghorn has gone away today. Yay!
Pablo, I love fountain pens. Love them with a passion that is totally unreasonable and insatiable. And I use them. There comes a point, though, when it’s kind of hard to use all of them often enough...and still I can never have enough because there is always another one out there that sings its siren song. And the pen shops keep sending me those luscious catalogs....
I have bazillions of Sheaffer ink cartridges left over from my Dad’s infatuation with fountain pens. Want some? 
I was excited to just have a moment to order my contacts the other day lol. And paid over night charges, and didn’t get them. Sigh, won’t do that again.
Hope you are feeling better than yesterday!
My word is medussa. Sums up the way I am feeling this morning! Probably look like it too.
Linkmeister, believe it or not, there are people out there who would gladly take them. Vintage pen collectors. I’ve actually seen ink cartridges approaching 40 years in age that have been readily snapped up. Evidently, ink’s shelf life can be quite long, despite what I’ve always heard.
J, after the week you had, it’s perfectly Okay to look like Medussa. Not a problem. I’m surprised you have anything resembling hair left in your head at all.