February 15th, 2020

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Friday seemed pretty much the same as Wednesday and Thursday. I can't tell if I'm feeling better or just growing accustomed to a particular level of misery. Still taking lots of naps, still losing track of time, still quite fuzz-brained. Go to sleep, wake up, read a bit, wander aimlessly for a while, look in the refrigerator and cupboards and find nothing that appeals to me, go back to sleep. Aches, soreness, discomfort, all seem about the same. Swallowing might be slightly less painful, but my Eustachian tubes sting a bit more. Sneezing a bit more again, too, but maybe coughing less. I keep craving drinks I don't have and sometimes can't even imagine, so I settle for water. A pice of waermelon would be nice. Or casaba. Both out of season. Being sick is weird. I don't like it.
caillebotte_man at his window

One Day Leads to Another

Saturday morning I ventured out into the back yard for a few minutes, it having been days since I last heard birds sing. The mockingbird wasn't there, but there were a few small, brown birds of the sort I can't identify but which emit cheerful little chirps, and I made do with those. I didn't stay out long, the day having been on the cool side.

Other than that the day was about the same as the last few. I still sneeze, I still cough, I still get headache pains when I cough, I still have to clear my throat and my clogged sinuses frequently and it still hurts a bit when I swallow, though that shows signs of moving toward my years, which terrifies me, as there are few pains I hate more than earache pains. If I get an earache I'll have to start downing ibuprofen, and hoping that it works.

Four days I haven't gone anywhere. I must either get to go somewhere soon or I will get to go stir crazy. But judging from how I feel tonight I doubt I'll feel like getting out tomorrow, though it is sale day on red-tagged items at the Goodwill store, or on Monday, which is storewide half price sale there. That's going to be disappointing. I'm also abut to be out of my favorite kind of beer, though I have enough other kinds of beer to last quite a while. Again, it's about disappointment. It's always amplified when I'm sick.

Mostly I've just been reading very light reading in between naps. My brain does not like to be strained when I'm not feeling well. I'm going to do some more light reading now, and eat some chocolate, which I'm also running low on. The nights are still feeling chilly. I haven't checked the weather web site yet tonight. No energy even for that. But since Sunday is about to start I'll find energy for this:

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