Today's achievements: coughing, sneezing, running a fever; reading a bunch of pulp and suspense fiction. Laundry. Admiring the flooding sepia-tone sunlight of this time of year. Concluding the last time I felt like this was quite possibly sixth grade, when I celebrated winter break with simultaneous mono and chicken pox. Holy blap.
2016-01-03
In which virtue is inconsistently but pleasantly rewarded.
So earlier this evening I cleaned the bathroom. It was about as fun as this sort of thing usually is. I should point out that I do not ordinarily clean the house when sick; today was more a case of cleaning despite being sick. I'd been meaning to do it for some time and I hadn't gotten it done in the last couple of days due to being slammed by this cold and I was just fed up.
Because the room I am staying in has a separate entrance from the rest of the apartment, I don't actually use the front door all that often, which means that I've been checking the mail every other day or so since my cousins went out of town. After cleaning the bathroom, after dinner (Machu Chicken, by way of reward and the next best thing to chicken soup), I brought in the mail and there on the porch was a signed hardcover of Ben Aaronovitch's Foxglove Summer (2014), for which I had done some Latin and Greek translations that spring.
My plans for this evening still include falling over with a lot of Kleenex, but now I know what book I'm falling over with, too.
So earlier this evening I cleaned the bathroom. It was about as fun as this sort of thing usually is. I should point out that I do not ordinarily clean the house when sick; today was more a case of cleaning despite being sick. I'd been meaning to do it for some time and I hadn't gotten it done in the last couple of days due to being slammed by this cold and I was just fed up.
Because the room I am staying in has a separate entrance from the rest of the apartment, I don't actually use the front door all that often, which means that I've been checking the mail every other day or so since my cousins went out of town. After cleaning the bathroom, after dinner (Machu Chicken, by way of reward and the next best thing to chicken soup), I brought in the mail and there on the porch was a signed hardcover of Ben Aaronovitch's Foxglove Summer (2014), for which I had done some Latin and Greek translations that spring.
My plans for this evening still include falling over with a lot of Kleenex, but now I know what book I'm falling over with, too.
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