I'm not going to go into great detail on this here because I need to sleep soon. But I'm going to get it off my chest before laying down for the night. Maybe I'm the only one ...
So, I’ve developed a theory that the half-arc of flu recovery is inversly proportional to the grace with which one dives into a box of Kleenex. If that makes no sense to you, then I did an excellent job of using more than 20 words to say: recovery bites. But not as much as being sick does.
Quick checkup on everyone here — did anyone notice the astrological Mack truck that whizzed by at 95 mph this past week? Were any of you driving a Geo when it went by? Was that you flipped upside down on the curbside? Nope, that was me. The underside of a Geo looks just like a golf-cart, by the way… but with bigger hamsters.
Things at my house look like a toddler who has decided that the number one joy in her life is to shake the snowglobe. I happen to be inside that snowglobe. I was originally laughing because I thought I might have grown gills enabling me to breath underwater and thus enjoy my snowglobe environment. Imagine my surprise to find that the reason my neck was so sore was because I’ve been running around like a mad woman shoving my face into the 3/8ths of an inch of stale air at the top of the glass for the last three weeks.
Sadly, no writing has been occurring. My maintenance routine has consisted of getting laid by Prince Nyquil every night for nearly two weeks on end (at least he’s a consistent lay), polishing my pert nose with tissues, and wondering why my vacation days have disappeared like sands in an hourglass for something that was decidedly NOT fun.
I’m recovered enough to have a bitterly snark-ass sense of humor, though. So that’s saying something. And considering that Witchvox has been featuring my articles the last two weeks, it actually looks like I’ve been doing something. Guess writing those things up ahead of time was a good idea, no?
More writing to come — but first, I have a Mabon ritual to get out to performers. Did I mention that, in addition to all the other crap going on in my life (the details of which I will not divulge here), the rain has knocked out power to my house for three consecutive nights in a row, basically obliterating my ability to do anything requiring a computer?
The thought of ritual ala Morse Code has crossed my mind at least twice now.
Katie (hathorsdawn.wordpress.com) |
Wednesday, 23rd September 2009 at 11:31 PM