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She said freefall and superdrive would surely cost me dear
It took this month, but I don't feel I have anything to say on LJ at all. The inside of my brain feels like a blank wall. I wrote e-mails to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rushthatspeaks and strange_selkie about the night Abbie died, but I didn't turn them into anything public; that was derspatchel's grief anyway. The Mythic Delirium Kickstarter was successfully funded, meaning there will now be a print edition of the first electronic year, and I didn't post about it, because that was the night Abbie died. I have an idea for a story I can't write because it requires a truckweight of research without which I'll end up saying stupid things about astronomy. And I am in a great deal of physical pain, which never helps. I just feel scraped thin.
(It's not the primary cause, but I found out on Monday that the sore throat I've had since June—for which I saw a doctor at the beginning of July and was told it was viral—actually was strep after all. Even the non-rapid test isn't foolproof. Whee. Now I'm on penicillin, but I went through Readercon with that. I guess I'm even happier the Miscellany went off so well.)
Last night Rob and I saw a double feature of Shaun of the Dead (2004) and Hot Fuzz (2007) at the Brattle Theatre, although we will not be going back for The World's End (2013) on Sunday because it sold out in about three minutes; the manager explained between films that they'd thought the ticketing site was broken until they realized, no, everyone was just that eager to see the new Cornetto film. Afterward we had dinner at The Red House, which turns out to be primarily a seafood restaurant that doesn't advertise as one. We walked by and their menu looked interesting Their lobster risotto is very impressive.
And I am still flat and exhausted this morning. It is not interesting.
rushthatspeaks and strange_selkie about the night Abbie died, but I didn't turn them into anything public; that was derspatchel's grief anyway. The Mythic Delirium Kickstarter was successfully funded, meaning there will now be a print edition of the first electronic year, and I didn't post about it, because that was the night Abbie died. I have an idea for a story I can't write because it requires a truckweight of research without which I'll end up saying stupid things about astronomy. And I am in a great deal of physical pain, which never helps. I just feel scraped thin.(It's not the primary cause, but I found out on Monday that the sore throat I've had since June—for which I saw a doctor at the beginning of July and was told it was viral—actually was strep after all. Even the non-rapid test isn't foolproof. Whee. Now I'm on penicillin, but I went through Readercon with that. I guess I'm even happier the Miscellany went off so well.)
Last night Rob and I saw a double feature of Shaun of the Dead (2004) and Hot Fuzz (2007) at the Brattle Theatre, although we will not be going back for The World's End (2013) on Sunday because it sold out in about three minutes; the manager explained between films that they'd thought the ticketing site was broken until they realized, no, everyone was just that eager to see the new Cornetto film. Afterward we had dinner at The Red House, which turns out to be primarily a seafood restaurant that doesn't advertise as one. We walked by and their menu looked interesting Their lobster risotto is very impressive.
And I am still flat and exhausted this morning. It is not interesting.
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And yet, I understand very well the feeling of having nothing to say, and I very much sympathize with your particular circumstances of not having much to say. (And the fact of having low-grade long-term strep is making me wonder and giving me pause, because I've had a sore throat since Readercon, too, and I'm anxious about wandering off to foreign parts with one. Hmmm. Well, in any case, I'm glad yours was diagnosed and that you're treating it.)
You know, maybe what I really want to say is thanks for posting even though you're not feeling like you have much to say. I appreciate it. Rest up, and I hope you feel better soon.
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I plan to stay on LJ until they put out the lights; I don't have any other online fora. (I stopped reading Facebook about a week ago because it was too much to keep up on with all the house-hunting and calls to Abbie's doctors and monitoring the cat and I really haven't gotten back into it since. I have three to five Tumblrs I check about once a day. I do not expect or want ever to take up Twitter.) I have just gone back to feeling that I have absolutely nothing to contribute to any discussion.
(And the fact of having low-grade long-term strep is making me wonder and giving me pause, because I've had a sore throat since Readercon, too, and I'm anxious about wandering off to foreign parts with one. Hmmm. Well, in any case, I'm glad yours was diagnosed and that you're treating it.)
Dude, I cannot imagine we shared food, but get tested anyway. For all I know it's running around New England.
Rest up, and I hope you feel better soon.
I am trying. Right now I don't see how either is possible. That can't, intellectually, be true.
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We did not, and if somehow there were to have been transmission between the two of us, it would most likely have gone the other direction, as Little Springtime had had a bout of it earlier in the summer--which is to say, it's running around New England.
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I think it was a testament to the power of drinking like a fish and not talking unless I had to. I'm very happy I managed to converse with people at all!
Adding in the house hunting and other health issues, it's no wonder you're feeling flattened.
Thank you. House-hunting is hell. I hated it from December through March and I was really hoping to hate it for a much shorter period of time this season. We will get through it, but I think it's just one of those activities designed to make a person despair of their existence unless they're really, really rich.
I hope things improve soon.
Today was better. It started off badly and I knew it would, but the afternoon was one of the most restorative days I've had since June.
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Thank you.
Today was better.
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I'm glad you got through Readercon, and gladder that you've got a diagnosis and are being properly treated for it. I wish you healing and rest and respite and luck and all manner of such things.
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Thank you.
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Thank you. It didn't feel like recuperation at all for the last few days, just stupid, hellish blankness, but today was different. Even if tomorrow crashes again, I still had the sea.
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I had something to say today. I want more days like that. You should have them, too.
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Thank you. It was an awful week rather than an awful six months, but it was still too sudden and exhausting at once. He was a very dear cat; he will be irreplaceable.
With that & all the rest it's no wonder you're rolled out & drying to crumbs like uncovered phyllo pastry.
That's a vivid image.
I can't digest nuts, but maybe I'll reconstitute as spanakopita.
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Thank you. It made me very happy; I don't perform enough in public in my current life. I really would support the Miscellany becoming a regular thing in future.
I hope the penicillin takes care of it swiftly and thoroughly.
I wasn't sure if it was working at all two days ago, but I am cautiously beginning to think it might have by now. Which would be good, since I've got one pill left!
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(No worries. Thank you. I hope you are likewise recovered from your fascinating medical travails of recent days.)
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Thank you.
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Did
Feel much better soon.
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I don't think so—I'll ask them about it when they get back from Seattle. The fact of a gift is appreciated in advance!
Feel much better soon.
Thank you. Today, I did.