This morning I got out of my pajamas for the first time since Thursday afternoon. But only so I could get the little man to the bus stop without looking like a complete slob. I’m still running hot and cold, simultaneously. My stomach is sour and my sense of taste is shot. I’m off coffee. And my lungs are burning. At least the whole of my body no longer aches like one giant bruise. That’s progress, I guess.
I attempted to work from home today, in between lie downs, and did manage to get a bit done. But I missed the ambiance and communal vibe of my workplace. It’s the little things. We usually tune each other out when one of us is on the phone, but last week one small snippet reached our collective consciousness: “So basically he was just pulling my pigtails?” No idea what it was in reference to but it made us all laugh.
A few gleanings from the last several days:
- My life has been full of “Liberty Bell” moments.
- It was my turn to be Iseult’s muse.
- Cheek shares my love of Freaks and Geeks.
- The next time I hit the gym, PSC (post-summer cold) I’ll be thinking of Ok Go’s stellar treadmill choreography (and I will likely giggle to myself and frighten others).
- If I were feeling well tonight I’d be lounging in Loring Park, for a doubleshot of STNNNG and Bringing Up Baby.
- Kylark has called it quits, but Northern Transplant is back in business.
Post a Comment