On my way to the post box…

I think I have walking pneumonia.  The bubbling and crackling in my chest is quite obscene.

However, I managed to stir my stumps enough to get to the mailbox, and on the way there I met a nice young man wearing a purple and black checked hoodie, who was pushing a purple motorbike up our rather steep alley.  I sternly asked him if he was stealing it and then asked him if I could help push, which help he accepted gratefully, and I only had one coughing fit.  We got it where it was supposed to be and I continued with my errand, arriving home from the minus 4 weather wheezing like an old lady and coughing when not wheezing.

It’s jeezly cold out there.

Jeff’s off to one of his customers, and he’s bringing me foodicles on the way home, so I am happy I don’t have to go out again today.

I got word back from the energy company – they sent a lovely email (like, the only company so to do…) saying they’d chosen another candidate.  Hey, the response was reason enough to want to work for them…. and I found another job I really liked on line today and tried to knock the application out of the park.  I also got an email asking me if I wanted to work from home for a decent wage; we’ll see if it comes to anything.  I’m certainly not going to hand over my personal info without a personal interview to go with it.

We shall see, if we’re lucky anyway.  Despite everything, I am feeling cheerful, because there are people who love me, and the anti-racism workshop is getting off the ground, and I’m writing every day, and Margot has perked up (although she’s right noisy when Jeff’s away!) and I have a dishwasher, which I should finish loading and run, seeing as how Jeff is being so kind as to fetch a chicken.

 

Walking pneumonia

I have bubbling and crackling in my chest and when I cough I feel like a tectonic version of Camille. I slept about 12 hours yesterday, which is about double my normal 6-hours-no-matter-when-I-fall-asleep.

Another 350 words after I thought I’d wrapped it up for the day yesterday; I sure am having fun.

Margot seems to be off her food and a tad listless, but she was happy enough to chase after a treat last night so I’m not sure it’s all that bad.  I think the cat food is a bit rancid, it sure smells that way. But of course if cat food smelled good to humans, that would be kind of weird.