Far out to sea there's a strange kind of silence
My birthday present from
nineweaving arrived this afternoon: Johnny Flynn and Robert Macfarlane's Lost in the Cedar Wood (2021), a pandemic collaboration inspired by the Epic of Gilgamesh. I am pleased to report that so far it is exactly as great as one would hope from that description. I had been wondering what both of them were doing lately.
In other news, I have been absolutely stomped by this booster shot. I am now running only a moderate fever and my skin mostly doesn't hurt at the lightest touch, but the alteration of teeth-rattling chills and drenching sweats for the first twenty-four hours was some real pseudo-malarial funtimes. I am reassuring myself that it indicates a healthy immune response. My immune system almost never does anything healthy, so I should support its broadening horizons. At some point in the future I assume I will stop randomly falling asleep while sitting down to read.
Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: "I got a bit... distracted... so here's a recent sketch of Augustus inspired by a typo in the online Gutenberg version of Suetonius Aug. 20."
In other news, I have been absolutely stomped by this booster shot. I am now running only a moderate fever and my skin mostly doesn't hurt at the lightest touch, but the alteration of teeth-rattling chills and drenching sweats for the first twenty-four hours was some real pseudo-malarial funtimes. I am reassuring myself that it indicates a healthy immune response. My immune system almost never does anything healthy, so I should support its broadening horizons. At some point in the future I assume I will stop randomly falling asleep while sitting down to read.
Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: "I got a bit... distracted... so here's a recent sketch of Augustus inspired by a typo in the online Gutenberg version of Suetonius Aug. 20."

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I am sorry, particularly, for the malarialesque shenanigans. BUT YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM GOT A FIRE GOING UNDER ITSELF AND LITERALLY WE ARE NOT SNEEZING AT THAT.
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I hope the malarial shenanigans calm down soon. I bet you are bristling with antibodies.
P.
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That is EXCELLENT.
I hope you feel better!
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Impressive showing! You are very ready! You can wind things down now until the next actual challenge, okay?
-- <3, Me
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That Augustus sketch is glorious, or perhaps excellently inglorious.
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I join your friends and family in dismay that the shot has stomped you and in hoping that this means your immune system has fired up its antibody production line.
Re; Augustus: Cool.
Nine
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My immune system almost never does anything healthy, so I should support its broadening horizons. --way to go, Sovay's immune system! good job! ... now you can knock it off.
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Hope your immune system calms down (and carries on, I suppose...)
There's nothing like a good typo!
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Would gin-and-tonics help?
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It just made me so happy.
I am sorry, particularly, for the malarialesque shenanigans. BUT YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM GOT A FIRE GOING UNDER ITSELF AND LITERALLY WE ARE NOT SNEEZING AT THAT.
It is true! It's still slightly smoldering! I shall treat it as a ner tomid and revive this metaphor around Hanukkah!
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I have been listening to it effectively nonstop since it arrived, alternated only with assorted versions of "Blackleg Miner."
I hope the malarial shenanigans calm down soon. I bet you are bristling with antibodies.
Thank you. It certainly argues for a proportionate response.
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I am really impressed by the amount of dismay the artist managed to pack into a well-dressed but nontheless stick figure.
I hope you feel better!
Thank you!
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Thank you! There was about a solid forty-eight hours of feverish prostration and now I am just stupidly tired, for which the amount of sleep I didn't get almost certainly bears some responsibility.
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Thank you! I am beginning to recover and could use even more recovery if I have any say in it.
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*hugs*
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I don't see why not. I like them ordinarily—I love, in fact, the quinine taste of both tonic water and bitter lemon—and I have been cleared to drink alcohol again.
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Thank you! You are welcome; it delighted me.
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No! I'll have to listen to it. Thank you so much for letting me know!
Hope your immune system calms down (and carries on, I suppose...)
And thank you. I would like to be able to extend this chain of references with something about Kenneth Williams, but I'm still really tired.
There's nothing like a good typo!
This one was impressive!
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Thank you! I have today, at least, been awake all afternoon.
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Ruina pontis—the fall of a bridge. But I may now consider the fridge canonical.
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Thank you again for introducing me originally to Flynn's music. I really think you would like this album, too.
--way to go, Sovay's immune system! good job! ... now you can knock it off.
I will try to have the conversation with my immune system that one of yesterday's doctors had with me. (I am under explicit medical instruction to de-stress, which, you know, was easier a few years ago, but I am seriously trying.)
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Thank you! It is a marvelous cycle of myth-music. I hope the collaboration isn't a one-off; it seems to bring out new things in both of them.
I join your friends and family in dismay that the shot has stomped you and in hoping that this means your immune system has fired up its antibody production line.
I can't think what else it's been doing! Thank you.
Re; Augustus: Cool.
Augh.
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You still get to complain about your reaction! Tetanus boosters of all things are not supposed to flatten people! I hope it's passing off by now.
I hope your immune system finishes up its frantic tour of duty posthaste and stops stomping all over you. I'm glad it did something useful, but enough sounds like enough at this point.
Thank you. It has proven itself and can retire from the field until needed, right?
That Augustus sketch is glorious, or perhaps excellently inglorious.
I think the latter, and truly.
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This is like when the doctors advise the patient to retire to their summer home and to be sure their cook prepares them porridge cooked precisely to X specifications, which they should eat while listening to baroque chamber music played live on period instruments.
But yeah, sure! Destress!
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To be fair to the doctor, she is desperately stressed herself and understands that I cannot just move out to the villa at Baiae for the season. We had an actual planning conversation, not just a vague prescription. But her point that I am on a real physiological level out of the resources with which to heal from things that have happened to my body remains unpleasantly valid. Now I need a shipping fortune and a sanitorium.
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She's a good doctor, and they are burning out fast.
Ahh, that shipping fortune. I guess right now it's tied up at the Port of Los Angeles....
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A conversation.
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I don't remember being flattened the last time I got one, but when I was complaining to my mother she told me a story of me being feverish as a toddler and then throwing up all over her -- fortunately immediately after a friend took family pictures and not before. So possibly they're my kryptonite or something.
I hope it's passing off by now.
It has passed off, yes, thankfully! I had a couple of unpleasant days and then it consented to allow enough to be enough. I hope yours is too!
It has proven itself and can retire from the field until needed, right?
Exactly! Back to barracks, to read novels and write letters while staying in trim.