Tell me what could possibly be drearier than c-board from the Belnord Cafeteria?

[sovay]

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.

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[phi]

*hug* that sounds miserable. I'm really sorry.

[sovay]

that sounds miserable. I'm really sorry.

Thank you. I managed to have what I would consider a productive evening anyway! After which I have collapsed again.

*hugs*

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Oy. I hope this passes quickly and without lingering side effects.

[sovay]

I hope this passes quickly and without lingering side effects.

Thank you. I had enough energy for housework in the evening, although I note that I have been mostly collapsed in front of my computer since then. I am currently attempting to encourage myself into the shower. I have an orthodontist's appointment early in the morning.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Gyah. Hope this is the briefest of illnesses. Hope the pulp is distracting.

Nine

[sovay]

Hope this is the briefest of illnesses.

It's the same thing I've had since about the 29th of December—it just took until the new year to floruit, to mangle Latin as badly as anyone has since that started being used as a noun. It seems to be staying upper respiratory,

Hope the pulp is distracting.

The pulp was sufficiently distracting that I have ordered the next three volumes in the collected series. I'm reading Frederick Nebel's MacBride and Kennedy stories, originally published 1928–1936. I hope to write about them soon. They are slam-bang, tough-talking, two-fisted, occasionally rather politically dubious action, but they are also doing some unusual things. The character of Kennedy is a scene-stealer; I have the impression from the introduction to the first volume that he eventually ran off with the series as well.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Gyah. Hope this is the briefest of illnesses.

Nine

[aedifica]

Given the first three achievements, laundry is huge! The comparison with mono-plus-chicken-pox sounds dreadful, though, so I hope you are able to heal up as quickly as you could wish for. (I think this is probably an unreasonable hope, but I'll hope it anyway.)

[sovay]

Given the first three achievements, laundry is huge!

Thank you!

The comparison with mono-plus-chicken-pox sounds dreadful, though, so I hope you are able to heal up as quickly as you could wish for. (I think this is probably an unreasonable hope, but I'll hope it anyway.)

I still appreciate it! Honestly, it cannot be as bad as either mono or chicken pox, but between the continuing hives from the spruce allergy and the exhaustion from the cold, the combination feels uncomfortably reminiscent.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Ouch, ick, let me know if you need food!

[sovay]

Ouch, ick, let me know if you need food!

Thank you! I have approximately a zillion leftovers due to New Year's, but I will remember your offer if I finish them before this cold clears. (Oh, God, I hope not.)

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Admiring the flooding sepia-tone sunlight of this time of year.

It is very striking. The healing angel came home from school yesterday and said, "The light today is very New England."

Rest up. (I know you're doing your best... while housecleaning and cat visiting.)

[sovay]

The healing angel came home from school yesterday and said, "The light today is very New England."

Yes! Last night I was reading Helen Eustis' The Horizontal Man (1946)—a very odd, very interesting, and to my mind slightly unsuccessful, although beautifully written novel of suspense set at a fictional women's college—and though I believe the geographical setting is never specified by state, the story is taking place in early winter and the light is utterly recognizable. I was not at all surprised to find out that the author based Hollymount College on her own alma mater, Smith. The campus has recognizable Massachusetts trees.