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May 16, 2007
Predictably Ill
I knew it was coming. During times of stress and overload, I can guarantee that I will come down with some nasty respiratory-related illness. Sure enough, the first bits of dry, hacking cough arrived on Sunday night. Monday, I was okay through the day, but promptly zonked out for three hours shortly before dinner. Had it not been for a father-child kerfluffle outside my bedroom door around 8:30, I probably would have slept through the night without dinner, which is saying a lot, because I really like dinner.
I hacked and coughed my way through Tuesday, so much so that B. came home at noon to take over child care duties. And to fetch food, because I had a fever that required feeding and lots of it. This fever, which hit the 102 mark at one point, wanted baked potatoes, chicken noodle soup, mac and cheese, bread, muffins, Little Debbie Nutty Bars, pure refined white flour straight from the flour bag, and potato chips. Since I'm normally not a carb craver, I'm guessing that my body was in panic mode and decided it needed to load up on energy sources before it was struck down by a coma.
I'm fine. Really. I stayed on the couch all day, and even managed to do enough knitting to mess up a sock. I snuggled under my quilt with Clara Jane, who gets terribly worried if I so much as cough. Sorry about the predisoposition for anxiety disorder, Toots.
I was sick enough that I didn't listen to the new Wilco album, which I purchased on iTunes first thing yesterday morning. My ears were hurting, so I opted to wait until I can enjoy it via my earbuds. I'm hoping to hit the perfect window of the time when my ears are back to normal, but I'm still emotionally wonky from being sick. I'd love nothing more than to have a few music-related crying spells. The one song from the album I've heard (which you can hear on my MySpace page) makes me sob. In a good way.
Illness be damned, house stuff keeps moving on. We have the inspection on the new house Saturday morning, just in time to head to Art on the Square. We decided awhile back that, once we live in Prettytown, we're going to buy one piece of art at Art on the Square every year. Although we'll be three weeks shy of moving in, we're still going to buy our first art as Prettytown residents, which makes this move seem very, very real. And good. I'm having a really hard time mustering any sentimentality about leaving. Leaving Clara Jane's room might be the hardest part for me, but even that seems odd, because it's definitely not the same room we had for her when we first brought her home.
While I would never poke fun at anyone's death, no matter how reprehensible I found that person to be in life, I had to laugh at Salon's interview with Tinky-Winky regarding the passing of Jerry Falwell. Don't read it if you're suffering from respiratory malaise, like myself, because it hurts. Badly.
Speaking of hurting badly, rumors are circulating that my beloved coffeehouse is changing hands. This saddens and concerns me to know end. So much so that all day, I've been fighting the urge to haul my still-diseased, unwashed carcass down there and demand what's going on. I'm not terribly surprised, just knowing what I know about how things have been over the past few months. But I'm concerned that the new owners won't roast the coffee so perfectly. Or that they won't share the original owners' adamancy about using only fair-trade beans. Or that they'll turn the play area into The Ayn Rand School for Tots. Or that the new owners are friends with Savior Dad, and they've purchased the coffeehouse for the sole purpose of ruining the lives of me and my motley crew of friends. There are so many things to worry about with this news. So many, indeed. Which means I'll be getting sick again.
Posted by Robin at May 16, 2007 12:50 PM
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Glad you're getting better. New Wilco is a good incentive.
Sorry to hear that your beloved coffeehouse is changing hands. That's the sort of change that I don't do well with.
And I think we all know that Little Debbie does cure a lot of ills.
Posted by: Dixie at May 16, 2007 02:58 PM
This should make you feel better.... Or at least more important. I usually check your site from work - yes I work for the feds so I'm wasting your tax dollars - and today our filtering software, Web$en$e, blocked your site. It blocked it as a "personal web site".
I think that's a pretty accurate description of your site, but here's the interesting part; it doesn't block anyone else's personal site that I try to visit at work. (Yes, I waste a lot of your and my tax dollars some days.) So apparently there's enough traffic on your website that the filtering software has picked it up and deemed it a waste of time.
Maybe you should have a goal of getting listed in a different part of the site - like p0rn or political or something disturbing.... Maybe you can get it listed as real estate or personal growth.
Posted by: Amy in StL at May 16, 2007 05:47 PM
Wow! Your craving for "pure refined white flour straight from the flour bag" beats my craving (and eating) of uncooked Stove Top Stuffing mix with a side of dehydarated onions which occurred during one particualrly hellish bout of PMS. Hubby walked in on me eating the powdered stuffing in the living room and turned right around and walked back into the bedroom without saying a word. Smart man! LOL!
Hope you're feeling better.
Posted by: Hilda at May 19, 2007 03:37 PM
