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This number brings us up to yesterday – I haven’t actually written anything today yet.

I am still sick in that I am coughing.  I am quite weak – standing for any length of time is quite difficult.  I keep trying to clean up the kitchen and I honestly can’t stand that long. The horror that is my internal workings continues unabated. I’ve never suffered from this extensive a disinclination to eat when I wasn’t actually running a temperature in my whole life.  I literally can look at nourishing food, and my body rejects the idea of eating it.  I can force myself to eat rice, have maybe one piece of leftover chicken tikka, and drink sweet tea with lemon since there’s no milk in the house and I don’t have it together to get more. I thought about ordering a pizza last night but the idea of paying for it and then just staring at it for a while was too much. I got up and ate three tiny chunks of chicken, forced down some spearmint tea, and went back to bed.  Thus the continued chaos.  I was eating ice cream but I think it made things a lot worse.

 

Jeff seems to have escaped the worst of it thank goodness.

I DON’T believe it. Other earthlike planets exist, and his calculations are wrong-o, me bucko.

 

 

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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