Sweater Project

Suddenly and without warning, my health . . . hasn’t changed a fucking bit. I’m still coughing and achey, and getting out of bed in the morning is a trial. Allow me to elaborate.

When I wake up, I can feel the velcro-like popping sounds deep in my lungs. I know that there is a generous amount of phlegm stored up there just waiting to get coughed out. And I can feel the ephemeral presence of a headache that will assert itself if I move my head even a centimeter in any direction. It’s like waking up in the middle of a really annoying mine field. Move an inch, and you’ll be filled with the schrapnel of irritation.

But you can’t just lie there.

So I did eventually make the Herculean effort to sit up in bed. I want a medal for that, dammit. Herculean. Effort. Followed by a fit of coughing that continued until I nearly retched.

There is a bright side to this, though: when your day starts like that, it’s pretty much guaranteed to get better.

By the end of the day, I’d put in some knitting time over a gingerbread latté at Starbucks; gone shopping with Kelly, who is as sick as I am, and returned to her house to make a batch of tomato basil soup with extra cayenne pepper in it. The dogs made me feel very loved. They’re good at that. Even if they were begging for soup.

And I got me a six-pack of diet Vernors ginger ale. Sweet ambrosia.

A couple of other quick tidbits of my life right now, in no particular order:
I’m talking with Bobbi at the Yarn Barn about starting a knitting class for beginners on Tuesdays.
We just moved at work, and tomorrow I get to see the new digs for the first time.
I am dying to get back on my bike right now.
I had to abandon the pre-calc class. Enough crap went on at work for me to miss several key classes, and there’s no way I can catch back up now and still have it be fun. I might give it another shot with some Schaum’s outlines.
I just ordered some Java books from a new series that O’Reilly has out called Head First. It’s been ages since I did any Java, and it wouldn’t hurt to brush up.

And that’s it. I’m going to bed.

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