A little quiet around here lately, eh? That's because I've been sick. Whatever it is I've come down with has slammed me hard.

The first scratchiness of the throat came on Friday afternoon. Friday evening, we played host to a group from the crime lab. By the middle of dinner, my left nostril had transformed itself into an unstoppable faucet of snot. I went to bed and slept and slept and slept, but when I awoke I felt even worse.

I spent most of Saturday in a daze. I drove Kris on a couple of errands, but mostly this involved sleeping in the car while she looked at plants, took care of the drycleaning, etc. Craig and Andrew and Mac headed to the Blazer game Saturday night. I would have liked to have joined them, but I had to pass.

When I woke up Sunday, the faucet of snot had switched from the left nostril to the right. How does that work, exactly?

I had to pass on lunch with the Gingeriches and Proffit-Smiths Sunday afternoon. I was feeling better, it's true, but still crappy. Also, I didn't want to expose any of the kids to this crud. Instead, Kris and I spent six hours listening to Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. She sat on the futon and knitted while I sat at the computer playing World of Warcraft. (You'll all be pleased to hear that I now have a 16th-level Tauren Shaman.)

I feel a little better this morning, but not much. My throat is raw. My sinuses are clogged. I have a headache (but not fever). I'm sneezing uncontrollably. Normally, I'd stay home from work, but that's not an option right now. Since Tony deserted us, we have a limited safety net. With Nick in Italy for several more weeks, we have no safety net. As soon as I'm up and showered, I'll be heading to Sandy to make a sales call, then I'll head into the office for business as usual.

One peculiar thing about this particular illness is that it has created some bizarre craving for fresh fruit deep inside me. I'm not one to eat much fresh fruit of my own accord. I know I ought to eat fresh fruit, but I don't.

Over the past several days, however, my diet has consisted largely of water and fruit. (With one meal midday comprising pizza or chinese food or whatever appeals to me.) Yesterday, I even made a brief grocery trip specifically to buy more fruit. Unbelievable.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go shower and then eat a banana and a grapefruit.

On this day at foldedspace.org

2003 — Every Breath You Take   I asked her to name the best song of the 80s and without hesitation she said Every Breath You Take.

2001 — Overwhelmed   I knew going into the past ten days that they'd be busy. I didn't anticipate still being sick, however, or so damned tired.