Friday, February 15, 2008
Just what I love: Getting a nasty-assed cold right before a three-day holiday weekend. Vive la Presidents' Day! I was supposed to be immune from sickness for the rest of the winter, if not the year, after being ill during my Christmas trip to New Jersey. So much for that karmic fantasy. The weird thing is that I can barely hear out of my right ear; I hope that doesn't foretell an imminent nasty infection. I'm at work, but I'm on the drugs -- the best Kroger store-brand melange that money can buy (one thing I never do is brand-name medication -- the price on that stuff is so jacked up you might as well flush your money down the drain, I tell ya!).
Also, I'm a (recent) committed user of cotton handkerchiefs, but during a juicy illness like this, you'd better believe that I'm singlehandedly destroying the Pacific Northwest by going through handfuls of Kleenex.
The three faithful readers shouldn't feel compelled to send condolences. It's not that bad. Nothing some extra time in bed won't cure -- and lounging on my ass in bed is something I don't mind at all. It's also something I do particularly well.
On another note, I'm thinking of hopping on a train to Santa Fe for my fortieth birthday at the end of the month and spending two nights there. The train leaves here at around 1pm Thursday, I'd get into Santa Fe around 3pm Friday, spend two nights, then do the reverse trip on Sunday afternoon. Santa Fe is one of my favorite places in the world, and I haven't been there since a really nice trip with an ex (The One) in fall 1999 (which means that, yes, there'll be some potential for a depressing nostalgia factor, but what the hell). In fact, Santa Fe is probably one of the few places I'd consider living that isn't on a coast. In any case, this trip is an option, since it would be nice to do something "different" and go away somewhere for this [cough] milestone of a birthday.
Posted by Joe at 09:51