Hewwo weaders.
Still battling the cold, still waking up each morning to find that the little viruses have up and relocated to another region of my body.
It's Thursday, the week is almost over again. I was scheduled to head to Mountain Home today with my work compatriots, but opted to sit at home (yet again) and eat soup and cry into my keyboard. Oh, awesome news here: I took my car down to an auto shop to get the brakes checked (as prompted by the high-viz BRAKE light on my dash)... turns out that the brake master cylinder is destroyed and I'll have to buy a new one. Retail: $320. Labor: $75. Good thing I'm loaded with cash or this would be a tough one to remedy... oh, wait.
Little tight on cash flow, and here I am skipping work due to illness. Ya hoo! All my standard cold remedies continue to fail, but I'll keep at it today. Garlic soup, garlic tea, garlic and ginger puree, one of them is bound to work (by the way, Lauren LOVES being around me when I'm sick). Maybe today I can figure out a way to work from home, or to job hunt, or something; I just have a hard time being absolutely lethargic and falling victim to bad day-time TV programming. Gravity's Rainbow, the book I'm involved in right now, only offers 30-minute windows of entertainment because it's so freaking hard to keep up with. Special thanks to Tom Crawford for introducing me to Thomas Pynchon's works of literature.... his books are a mental workout, and in my sickness they offer no solace.
Goodbye. My garlic is calling.
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