Hey cats and kitties!
The date was good. I was a little subdued, but we had a fine time. After a lovely dinner, we tottered off to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians, which could have been a more faithful adaption of the book, but which was watchable. And yes, there were a few pictures taken. I’ll post when I get a chance.
In depressing news, I’m going back to the doctor tomorrow morning. You may remember me threatening to do that Wednesday. Then I felt a lot better, and that trend continued through Friday. Saturday saw me crashed again. I think the three hours napping saved the date (that and my consummate Valentine’s stubbornness!), but this morning I couldn’t talk.
My father-in-law has been fighting something that is similarly resurgent, and maybe that’s just this year’s flavor, but I don’t want the doctors to miss something just because I’m making an assumption. I am resting when I can. Who knew I’d get to have a long term illness this winter? I mean, 4 weeks! I ask you!
For all of you horn players out there, I think a respiratory equivalent of a spit valve would have been a good evolutionary trail. Right now, I’d be grateful. Okay, sure, TMI, but still.
The plan for the evening, provided I don’t fall asleep doing either of these activities, is to check some papers and continue work on Mark Twain’s Daughter. The papers I must have checked by tomorrow should take all of twenty minutes, and then revisions gets first priority. I always have tomorrow night for Tuesday’s papers, and I’ll be home before Bryon, so it’ll be easy to get them done.
If you have any good vibes to send to help with germ subjugation, I’ll take them. I’m excited to get back to trolls and frost elves on the one hand, and binders on the other (let’s write the Seanan McGuire way!) This is difficult to make happen when administrating and teaching are chores.
Take care. Remember to wash your hands, and stay away from…people like me.
Your friendly, neighborhood health pariah,