In my own little world
Posted: December 29th, 2022, 8:12 am
I have a code in my nothe.
That is not quite true. I have a code ... er ... a cold but there is no nasal congestion and so my nothe ... nose is one of the few things which are working properly. It is an irksome collection of mild fever, chills, little cough, large headache and a feeling that I would sell my soul to be put into a bread-kneading machine for an hour.
The most irritating thing is that there is no objective reason that I can not still function at a respectable level and mark a few things off my to-do list. I am sorry to say that it is not going to happen. I alternate between sipping hot cocoa with rum and Nyquil and slipping into blessed unconsciousness. I would be asleep now if it were not for the garbage collection service being so enthusiastic with their 'we return the can' motto and letting the Herbie slam into the garage door. I believe they can not be blamed for that as it is likely icy out there.
The second most irritating thing is that my keyboard is making many more mistakes than usual. I hope all forgive any mispelings, gramer errors or if I leave any out. Blame it on the computer as I am at the top of my game.
My toenails ache. I fear to make a complete inventory because it will likely reveal more aches and pains than I have otherwise noted as of yet.
My "in sickness and in health" little Fuzzy is galivanting in the southeast. That is not quite true because I know precisely where he is because his credit card has been used for a room at a rather nice hotel. Their room service crab rangoon is quite good because they make it there rather than opening a packet as they do if you order it off the menu in their dining room. The fact that he has booked for three days means he has little hope of finding a flight soon. It is just as well that he is not here because he goes overboard trying to help when all I wish is to be left alone in my misery. It is also that he hates to feel useless and that is a burden to see.
That is not quite true. I have a code ... er ... a cold but there is no nasal congestion and so my nothe ... nose is one of the few things which are working properly. It is an irksome collection of mild fever, chills, little cough, large headache and a feeling that I would sell my soul to be put into a bread-kneading machine for an hour.
The most irritating thing is that there is no objective reason that I can not still function at a respectable level and mark a few things off my to-do list. I am sorry to say that it is not going to happen. I alternate between sipping hot cocoa with rum and Nyquil and slipping into blessed unconsciousness. I would be asleep now if it were not for the garbage collection service being so enthusiastic with their 'we return the can' motto and letting the Herbie slam into the garage door. I believe they can not be blamed for that as it is likely icy out there.
The second most irritating thing is that my keyboard is making many more mistakes than usual. I hope all forgive any mispelings, gramer errors or if I leave any out. Blame it on the computer as I am at the top of my game.
My toenails ache. I fear to make a complete inventory because it will likely reveal more aches and pains than I have otherwise noted as of yet.
My "in sickness and in health" little Fuzzy is galivanting in the southeast. That is not quite true because I know precisely where he is because his credit card has been used for a room at a rather nice hotel. Their room service crab rangoon is quite good because they make it there rather than opening a packet as they do if you order it off the menu in their dining room. The fact that he has booked for three days means he has little hope of finding a flight soon. It is just as well that he is not here because he goes overboard trying to help when all I wish is to be left alone in my misery. It is also that he hates to feel useless and that is a burden to see.