So I’ve finally succeeded in something I’ve been trying to do off and on for maybe the last six weeks.
Unfortunately it was getting sick.
Yes, on Tuesday I finally came down with a full-blown case of the cruds: coughing, lacking energy, lacking greatly in mental focus. Also a stuffy nose, but I’ve had that since like October. Not hurting, really, nor even feeling bad. Just mostly feeling … not good.
I did get Emma Dog out for a nice two-mile walk along Bear’s Ditch by the RGNC Wildfowl Preserve. It helped the weather was beautiful, unlike today. Also my pal Larry, whose dancenoob blog is well worth a look if you have any interest whatever in The Dance, or even if you don’t, was kind enough to drive me off for dinner and a bit of late-night cruise. Neither of which I think did me any harm, meaning they were both Good Things.
Yesterday I spent pretty much as a shapeless blob of protoplasm. Felt as if I had a bit of a fever but was unable to check because of multiple Digital Thermometer Fails – one’s battery was dead; the other required me to breathe through my nose too long to get a decent reading. Yes, sometimes there is a reason to prefer analog, at least as a backup.
I’m not even sure what I did most of the day. Nothing actually productive, other than recuperating. Which is important, yes. I played Mass Effect all evening (Yes, the first one. Because I bring it Old School.) Since that was pretty much the outer limit of my mental and physical capabilities, that also constituted a Good Day.
Today I feel better. Comparatively. Still draggy and far from the sharpest scalpel on the surgery tray. I’m actually getting some stuff done on the Big One – of which I will say more soon, when I feel more like a sophont. Coughing productively – if you know what that means, that’s enough information. If you don’t … also enough. But at least it means the lung aggravation can break up on its own and is in fact doing so, unlike the awfulness brought on by last summer’s wildfires, which apparently were just straight-up inflammation and refused to clear up until my doctor got me on steroids.
I might even be up for a walk with poor Emma, except the wind is blowing and it’s freaking cold – rain and/or snow has been predicted but so far failed to materialize. In any event, conditions I admit I’d be less than eager to walk in even if I felt more ambitious.
Also, since I caught myself an hour or two ago putting the cup of coffee I wanted to reheat into the Big Black Refrigerator (aka Darth Vaderator) rather than the microwave, I have concluded that not attempting to drive at all is likely going to be my most … survivable option. So if we walk it’ll be somewhere from the front porch rather than the Nature Center or the Vineyard. Most likely, if it happens at all, around the block.
We shall see.
Anyway: while instead of launching right into the Big Project I was supposed to start on freaking Tuesday, I’m kind of gimping into it. But you know, things happen.
And this is a time of year in which I am reminded just how blessed I am to be here to have things happen to.
Anyway, thanks for bearing with. I’ll be back in stride soon.
And as always – thanks for reading!
