So, Saturday I spent hours on my feet, navigating my way through some exceedingly crowded places, sitting down whenever I could (which wasn't as often as I should), getting home hours after I began.
Sunday, I tried resting in the morning, and mostly I succeeded. In the evening, I managed to find the energy to take Metro (much, much less crowded than it had been the day before) to go to a Hallowe'en get together with friends and friendly acquaintances for food and demented conversation, all of which I enjoyed very much. Came home around 2 a.m. (Thanks for the ride,
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Today, waking up with another cold came as no surprise at all, since my poor immune system tends not to react well to the combination of crowds and high activity this time of year. If anything, I'm rather surprised that I had any energy at all yesterday. In spite of the cold, however, I had to get out of the house--we were running out of toilet paper! So at the abominably early hour of 8:15 a.m., having showered and dressed and drunk far too little tea, I went to get some urgently needed items at the drug store within easiest walking distance. It was a bright and beautiful morning, cooler than average (40 degrees F.) and breezy, with bright leaves overhead and crunchy leaves underfoot. Fortunately for all of us, both toilet paper and chocolate were on sale, so I was in a decent mood by the time I came home for breakfast.
After breakfast, I realized that I was rapidly running out of orange juice, so once again I left the house to get juice, cans of chicken soup, and whatever else seemed like a good idea at the time. People, I walked three bloody miles this morning. Why did that whole "sanity" thing not sink in?
I'd tell you all that I would stay in and rest tomorrow, sensibly never leaving the house at all, but tomorrow is election day and I want my vote counted. Silly of me.
Anyway, I'm still alive. I'm tired, sick, in pain, and in an absurdly good mood. Tomorrow I hope to be able to write an entry about that rally some of you may have heard about, but I need one good night's sleep first.
Sunday, I tried resting in the morning, and mostly I succeeded. In the evening, I managed to find the energy to take Metro (much, much less crowded than it had been the day before) to go to a Hallowe'en get together with friends and friendly acquaintances for food and demented conversation, all of which I enjoyed very much. Came home around 2 a.m. (Thanks for the ride,
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Today, waking up with another cold came as no surprise at all, since my poor immune system tends not to react well to the combination of crowds and high activity this time of year. If anything, I'm rather surprised that I had any energy at all yesterday. In spite of the cold, however, I had to get out of the house--we were running out of toilet paper! So at the abominably early hour of 8:15 a.m., having showered and dressed and drunk far too little tea, I went to get some urgently needed items at the drug store within easiest walking distance. It was a bright and beautiful morning, cooler than average (40 degrees F.) and breezy, with bright leaves overhead and crunchy leaves underfoot. Fortunately for all of us, both toilet paper and chocolate were on sale, so I was in a decent mood by the time I came home for breakfast.
After breakfast, I realized that I was rapidly running out of orange juice, so once again I left the house to get juice, cans of chicken soup, and whatever else seemed like a good idea at the time. People, I walked three bloody miles this morning. Why did that whole "sanity" thing not sink in?
I'd tell you all that I would stay in and rest tomorrow, sensibly never leaving the house at all, but tomorrow is election day and I want my vote counted. Silly of me.
Anyway, I'm still alive. I'm tired, sick, in pain, and in an absurdly good mood. Tomorrow I hope to be able to write an entry about that rally some of you may have heard about, but I need one good night's sleep first.