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And we stayed as we were, which was hell
I am lying under a cat and sneezing. I have an earache and a fever. I am sick. I home-tested negative and so have the likeliest vectors, so realistically I have an ordinary spring crud, but at this point an ordinary spring crud is sort of the final snapped straw of my stamina, so I resent it almost as much. The one thing I have done all day that felt useful was get out of the house before sunset and photograph some flowering trees. They were encouragingly energetic.
[edit] My godchild sent me a care package of things to eat when sick, like kippers and oranges and fortified rice cakes and Jell-O and the nostalgic kind of chicken soup in a box. It was incredibly kind and the rice cakes taste surprisingly good.
[edit] My godchild sent me a care package of things to eat when sick, like kippers and oranges and fortified rice cakes and Jell-O and the nostalgic kind of chicken soup in a box. It was incredibly kind and the rice cakes taste surprisingly good.
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You can tell them that the everything rice cakes taste very good on either side of ham. My dinner plan is the soup.
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(I will tell them. Those are one of their extremely favorite foods. You could layer peanut butter and seaweed sheets on them, if you were 12.)
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And in somatic hell!
(I will tell them. Those are one of their extremely favorite foods. You could layer peanut butter and seaweed sheets on them, if you were 12.)
(When I was twelve, I would probably have layered them with baloney.)