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Howard Hughes and the Snot Monster

Cloudy today. Currently, it's 35˚F, but feels like 31˚F. And I'm sick. As I said on Facebook about an hour ago, I am sick as the proverbial dog. First bad cold I've caught since the autumn of 2013, which is pretty unbelievable for someone who takes such shitty care of herself. My throat's so bad I sound like Santino Rice. Ugh, the snot. The aches. The fever. The nasty, damp Kleenex everywhere I look.

Yesterday, I worked on a jigsaw puzzle and made the mistake of going outside for about five minutes. Walking up and down stairs wiped me out. I spent the rest of the night lying on the floor in the front parlor watching TV. Given that feel worse today than I did yesterday, I'm thinking there's more of that floor in my immediate future.

Spooky made black-eyed peas and collards last night, but, thanks to the bug, it all tasted kind of like paste to me.

Here's the photo I took when I went outside yesterday. I had a point to prove about the sky.

Peace, Resistance, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast


( 4 comments — Have your say! )
Jan. 2nd, 2017 09:28 pm (UTC)
Here's the photo I took when I went outside yesterday. I had a point to prove about the sky.

That is a great photograph and a sky you could fall into forever.

Feel better!
Jan. 2nd, 2017 10:40 pm (UTC)

I hope this passes quickly

Jan. 3rd, 2017 01:53 am (UTC)
I feel your pain. I'm sick with a cold too. Fun, fun, fun!
Eric Cantwell
Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:13 am (UTC)
The early reviews and changing release dates of your upcoming books are killing me. Am I imagining this or was Agents of Dreamland originally scheduled for early January and just recently got pushed back to late February? Argh, I want to read them now. I've got a gift card staring at me in front of my computer.
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