Happiness Is… a good Spackle job
Since the good folks at Advil have afforded me a few hours of peace in between spells of feverish sweats and hacking up globular pieces of my immune system…
I submit, for your perusal, a list of things done today, while battling the flu:
Picked at a yesterday’s granola and yogurt breakfast, now gelatinized in take-away container. (Half empy box now sits on nightstand.)
Defiled handkerchief with substance that freely and unexpectedly launched itself out of lungs.
Brought laptop to bed. Checked email.
Listened to Hans Rosling talk about world poverty on TED.com. Admitted to myself that statistics, when combined with bright colors and animation, are about as sexy as anything I’ve seen. Sword swallowing at the end of any talk will pretty much guarantee that NO ONE will EVER FORGET your presentation. EVER.
Checked email again.
Blew nose several dozen times in sodden handkerchief. Realized that flu symptoms render all normal notions of hygiene and pride void. Moist spot on front of shirt was, no doubt, caused by leaking pipes and laziness with the handkerchief. Flu-like self does not care and just changes shirt (but not before using shirt to wipe nose one last time.) Normal self would have had shirt burned and anything it had touched.
Took shower under new light fixtures in bathroom. Thank Jeebus for CLH’s handiwork. The holes are patched, the ceiling’s been painted, and there’s just the walls left to do. Even as my body is wracked by fever and chills, I am comforted by the even surfaces of our newly spackled walls.