Sun Tomorrow
Saturday. We are now in tough it out time, the last two days the top end of the cold, today and tomorrow days when I begin to come down. Nasty stuff. I wonder where I picked it up? I was able to find in my piles of paper yesterday, many of which are now smaller, what I needed to pay two bills that needed to be delivered by the first day of January. Quite a project. Still, it's done, a birthday card that needs to be printed and sent to a lost Capricorn of my acquaintance and then who knows? Health, wealth and happiness from now until well into 2008.
That's awful.
Not compared to how I feel at the moment.
Later. Moving in and out of sleep with the fog creatures, the cough creatures, coughing until the coughing quits but thankful for the sleep I seem to be getting in between bouts. Sleep has gotta be good for you, right? Some funky thing on public radio at the moment. Why do their stories come across like little fever dreams when you're sick and so why do I listen to them? Perhaps I like silence even less. I think about that occasionally in normal times and turn everything off to see if the sky falls or the brain does something original. Nothing wrong with listening to this stuff, my habit I guess, but to have the radio always playing in the background? Probably not good to listen to it all the time. Cut it back to ninety percent. When my head feels better.
Later. Can't move around much without going into a coughing jag. Raining. They say there will be sun tomorrow.
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