tired, because sick
Mar. 2nd, 2018 05:38 pmIt's either a particularly nasty cold or a mild flu, and I don't know which. I think it's hitting me less hard than it hit Erin at least. Or, hopefully, for less time.
Despite a lingering whatever-it-is she came down last weekend for a couple of parties. She managed to not spend the entire weekend bundled up in bed, which was an accomplishment. We survived the lovely scary 20cm snowfall on Friday; I went driving in a Smart, which was perhaps ill-advised, and drove in circles while trying to de-park and slowly skidded into not-yet-oncoming traffic trying to turn left onto Broadway at a red light.
We saw Black Panther (quite good; my favourite of the Marvel movies I've seen, which is not all that high a bar) and were reasonably low-key sociable, and I made cream-scones with lemon zest which turned out really well. And then on Monday we flew back north together, which was also pleasant; I've missed traveling with someone.
Tuesday she went to work and I stayed home to work and got progressively woozier and sinus-stuffy and cold, and finally admitted that yeah, I'm sick. It's come and gone, really. Tuesday was a bad day for being cold and kind of generally exhausted. Wednesday my sinuses were worse, but my mental state and the rest of my body felt better, enough better that on Thursday I helped with chicken chores and made biscuits to go with dinner. That may have been a bit much: things in general got a little worse over the course of the evening and I slept eleven hours last night. Today I've been tired and my nose has been running, but that's about all. At least I've worked every day this week.
Next week is Rainforest, for which I am also ill-prepared. Hoping that tonight and tomorrow, and Sunday to the extent it's not traveling, will be sufficiently restful that I can kick this thing by Wednesday.
Also there are more scones as of this afternoon, which will help.
Despite a lingering whatever-it-is she came down last weekend for a couple of parties. She managed to not spend the entire weekend bundled up in bed, which was an accomplishment. We survived the lovely scary 20cm snowfall on Friday; I went driving in a Smart, which was perhaps ill-advised, and drove in circles while trying to de-park and slowly skidded into not-yet-oncoming traffic trying to turn left onto Broadway at a red light.
We saw Black Panther (quite good; my favourite of the Marvel movies I've seen, which is not all that high a bar) and were reasonably low-key sociable, and I made cream-scones with lemon zest which turned out really well. And then on Monday we flew back north together, which was also pleasant; I've missed traveling with someone.
Tuesday she went to work and I stayed home to work and got progressively woozier and sinus-stuffy and cold, and finally admitted that yeah, I'm sick. It's come and gone, really. Tuesday was a bad day for being cold and kind of generally exhausted. Wednesday my sinuses were worse, but my mental state and the rest of my body felt better, enough better that on Thursday I helped with chicken chores and made biscuits to go with dinner. That may have been a bit much: things in general got a little worse over the course of the evening and I slept eleven hours last night. Today I've been tired and my nose has been running, but that's about all. At least I've worked every day this week.
Next week is Rainforest, for which I am also ill-prepared. Hoping that tonight and tomorrow, and Sunday to the extent it's not traveling, will be sufficiently restful that I can kick this thing by Wednesday.
Also there are more scones as of this afternoon, which will help.