January 4th, 2017


Howard Hughes Wheezes

Needless to say, this is not how I intended the year to begin.

But after being pretty much too sick to move yesterday and last night, I woke this morning feeling much, much better. My fever broke last night. Now, I just have to force myself to take it easy and hope there's no relapse. Probably, that means it'll be another day or two before I can really get back to work. That's a week lost. Last night, I slept on the air mattress in the front parlour, so that my tossing and turning and getting up and down wouldn't keep Kathryn awake. I think I slept four or five hours, which was a vast improvement over the two nights before.

Still no sun. Our third consecutive overcast day. Currently, it's unseasonably warm here in Providence, 42˚F, with the windchill at 37˚F, and the high is forecast at 48˚F. There are seventy-five days of winter remaining to suffer through. I just have to make it seventy-five days more. There's some sort of snow on the way.

Anyway, that's the report from the plague house.

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast