what have i been doing lo these many days since i last posted, you may be asking (or not). well, kidlettes, the hiver is a magical time. cold winds, gray skies, disease and fever. i've been wanting to do nothing so much as go straight home after work every day and curl up under a blanket and read until the warm weather comes back. this behaviour is comforting, but hardly makes for interesting blog-fodder.
i did manage to shake my mysterious illness just in time to take care of my husband who didn't so much catch what i had as he made up his own variation. i left him this morning piled under five blankets with a fever, trying the best he could to hack up at least a pound of chest mucus, to no avail. i was out of work for just shy of a week with mine, but i'm doubting his mid-western heartiness will let him call out, no matter how crappy he feels. he's my little trooper.
if it hadn't been for the hellish amount of pain my strepish throat left me in, i wouldn't really have minded being sick so much. there's something about the delerium and hallucination of a high fever that sets me in a sick-in-the-head sort of altered state. strange, but not altogether unpleasant.
this past weekend i managed to drag myself out the house long enough to get pretty excessively, um, impaired with my friend/kind of boss shannon and go to a birthday party with my husband. then for some reason, i went to zachary's house to watch the super bowl. it got pretty crowded, the volume went up, d stumbled feverishly home. thankfully, ay-d and i spent most of the time on the porch talking about welfare disfunction, viperous healthcare professionals and personal loss. an ideal evening, really.
A very quick update
2 days ago
4 comments:
I heartily concur re: these wintery conditions making one completely unenthusiastic about doing much of damn anything. I'm ready for a time when it's not dark at 5:45 and the floors of our house aren't chilly.
I sure was glad to have you to talk to at that bowl party. I don't know what I would have done if I'd had to watch football.
i know, right? an evening without you = and evening of crappy machismo. or sitting in kip's house and watched him tinker with internet speaks. either way, lame.
Ditto on the hibernation. I feel like each blog should start, "Last night, I put on my stretchy pants and watched TLC for four hours. We ate lots of buttery popcorn and went to bed by 10."
that's pretty much all my evenings except like this-
tonight i got home, changed into flannel pj pants, made some sort of warm thing (usually an omelette), watched family guy and/or it's always sunny in philedelphia on hulu and fell asleep playing the sims.
all i want to do is open my windows.
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