The flu is taking more last bows than Liberace. It's been almost 6 weeks. The only thing that works is sleep. On the days I get 8 hours of sleep I gain on it but it's not always easy to sleep. I've been tiring myself out. Since Billy is in a Herculean Task with all that Mac bought and hoarded- the dining room is wall-to-wall, he just told me- I've decided to get off my ass and do things here. There was all of the holiday schmaltzarama to pack up. In Billy's cleanout, he's been sending me some of Mac's overspending evidence. So I'm sorting thru that too, and finding appropriate homes for what I can't use. Then there are plenty more boxes of my own to sort out, stuff untouched since coming back from the flood. There're still missing items and I've been back a year and almost 3 months. Ya think it's time to search maybe, and even lighten the load a bit? Of course, the physical exertion bites me in the ass. I'm trying to find that happy place where I'm worked out enough but not so much that pain will keep me awake. And I spend way too much time farting around on facebook. Getting back in touch with everyone (godalmighty I've known a lot of people) and responding to each little conversation....well it's very, very time-consuming. I'm a newbie in it too. It'll calm down and fairly soon I'll be ignoring a lot and not responding unless necessary. I've been on the phone more in the last week than I have in the past few months put together. And when all of that's not going on and I'm not doing the other regular things in life I'm working on the book. Not the Gimp's Guide. No non-fiction; I don't know that I'll ever finish the two books I thought most important. This is children's market, the 8-12 year old crowd. It's mystery, it doesn't talk down to kids, it's semi-serious. And I'm having fun writing it. No nightmares, no crying. Escape.
So yeah, that's how time has been spent and a small quasi-excuse for not being here.
I keep telling myself I'll take notes on what I want to blog about. Or I'll remember it (Ha!). It's just too busy. Being sick is even a busy business these days. It seems to me I get sick more when I'm not smoking. Perhaps Ian had a point, he used to argue that smoking preoccupied your lungs and made them impervious to germs. :) Anyway, things should slow down with the anniversaries of death and Ed Gorey world without humor known as February. It's always been a bit ironic to me that the very most miserable month of the year begins with the sweet fire festival of Imbolc. We're halfway to Spring. Ah well.
Off I go to light my candles...
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Gosh it' nice to see you here again. Just don't overdo it.... I've heard of so many people with that flu bug and they say it's hard to get rid of.
Oh Lawless, it won't go away! I've had 6 or 7 times that it looked like it was going, then woke up the next day with the shaky legs, sneezing and headache again. This is the most lousy flu I can remember. Don't get it!
I don't care how much people doubt my sanity. I got through this flu by declaring a favorite blanket magical and wearing it on my head, especially while sleeping. Plenty of fluids help too, some of them alcoholic but mainly juice, water, black black tea and tonic water. Keep hydrated! I need you.
Geo.- you're a genius and I love you. That's just what I need! It worked all thru the bad sicknesses of childhood. I'm on it! Genius!
So glad to read you. Hey, life is difficult and too much of our time is about getting through it. I am trying to swing through it now, dear friend. Grab a branch also and make the most of it as you can. Crap happens and then debris falls on.down. So look for the sunshine, even if it just a ray.
Arleen, it's true. Life gets taken up in details and detritus when we oughta be swinging from a branch and enjoying ourselves. I'm with you!
Dear Laura,
Ah yes, here we are in February and spring cannot come soon enough.
And the bloody flu that just doesn't want to fly away. You've gotta' take it easy. Sure, maybe scribble down a few notes about what you want to blog about and remember where you put the scribbled notes :)
Like you have been there for me, I'm here for you, my dear friend. I shall light a candle of hope for you, for all of us.
In peace and hope,
Gary
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First of all, Happy Imbolc. May the fires purify you and burn through that flu!
It is good to have you blogging again; now we just have to get you feeling better.
Much healing, much healing, much healing--and to Billy as well.
Gary,
It seems the candles I got for last night were of better quality than I thought, and I'll be burning them again tonight. With the hope that the light of fairness, humanity and decency is rekindled, and burns brightly to shame the darkness.
We'll get through this all and with a smile, too, just to gall them! :D
With defiance and hope,
Laura
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Moony!
I'm so happy to see you're blogging more often. I don't think you know how much your determination and exploration inspires others to carry on.
May the fires of Imbolc cauterize the world's wounds and set us all on the Grand Path to healing!
Thank you. xo
Soooooo good to see you back. I hope when that nasty bug clears out this time, it stays gone.
It's so cool that you hooked up with your old best friend via FB. I did, too. It's been a wild ride catching up on things we did back in the dark ages.
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