the old snot faucet

Mandy's father came to the baby shower despite the fact that he was sick as a dog. Now, apparently, he has shared his cold with me. My sinuses feel like they are bleeding into my throat. Top that with the burn that is still healing on my tongue and my mouth and throat are too sore to eat anything solid. Even water hurts.

busy social weekend.

Friday, we got an impromtu invitation from Aud and Nick. They were both off work and he was cooking. We had a great dinner of duck comfit with lentil salad with fresh strawberry sorbet for desert. Delicious. We hung out at the house with them and the animal menagerie and enjoyed the new copper fire outdoor firepit they got.

Saturday, was the belated baby shower for baby Alex.

Sunday was Lisamin's birthday party and sausage cookout.

The dead still visit me in dreams.

Last night was filled with dreams of family members who have passed on in the last year - my father, both of my grandmothers. They are made appearances in the scenes of my thoughts like they'd never left. My father was especially active in a way that implied that he was still running things and was still around for advice. I was glad we could still visit this way.

what condition my condition was in.

That's the song that's been going through my head today. I think it is the fond memories of the scene in the The Big Lebowski.

I've been sluggish all day with a lingering headache. Monster took me out after work for pasta and Excedrin.

And now that it's time for me to get into bed if I'm going to make it to work in the morning, I'm starting to feel much better.

You are Sally Bowles from Cabaret! You're the sexy

Brit who headlines at the Kit Kat Club. You

may not be the most talented singer, and your

morals may not be quite intact, but you are

vivacious, eccentric and irresistible.


What musical theatre tart are you?
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that familiar feeling

I'm suffering from the sensation of moving entropy in my life again.

After a day of work during a not too busy time of year, the last thing I want to do is go from sitting in front of a computer all day to sitting in front of a television set during most of my last wakeful hours. I have the intense desire for activity and socializing. And yet, these are the cocoon months, winter, where no one should do anything other than stay inside sipping hot steamy beverages in fluffy clothes and fuzzy shoes.