Baby, are you sleeping again? Or did you fall off the deep end?

[sovay]

I was inside my regular doctor's office this afternoon for the first time in more than a year. It was a peculiar experience, by which I mean I correctly predicted that my vitals would show my heart rate and blood pressure trying to climb through the ceiling and go home. Since, counter to the doctor's expectations, my X-ray was clear, I've been sent home with a different course of steroids on a presumption of really stubborn bronchitis. Maybe I shouldn't have been rooting for it after all. I shotgunned a dozen shrimp dumplings, finished watching an episode of Columbo, and fell into my celebrated impersonation of a recumbent effigy. Not depicted: the immovable kitten curled into the crook of my knees, who made it very difficult to get up.

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[sovay]

The Pre-Raphaelites had nothin' on your spouse. And I bet you didn't even get that bronchitis from latent TB.

I like to think it would have showed up on the X-ray!

Tangentially, I feel you should know that when I mentioned to my mother that watching Columbo was reintroducing me to the buck wild men's fashions of the 1970's (I wasn't even talking about mustaches or jumpsuits, I was specifically trying to describe the lemon-colored jacket Robert Culp wears in "Double Exposure" (1973), which just keeps going), she said wistfully that that decade was the last flowering of the Scarlet Pimpernel. I had no idea she felt so strongly about the subject. I should find her some pictures of sapeurs.