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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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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.