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brightlotusmoonDo you know what is a wonderful thing to have happen when you are lying in bed sick, cursing your respiratory tract for betraying you over the weekend? Having a large, overly gregarious, orange tabby kitten jump onto the bed, nuzzle you constantly, and meow loudly if you get up. Jupiter was a very good babysitter this morning. If I got out of bed for a drink of water or to go to the bathroom, he'd mrrow intensely until I got back into bed. Then he would climb on top of my chest and stare at me, sniffing my face and occasionally licking my nose.
I finally got out of bed and got dressed around noon. Took a hot steamy shower. Coughed a bit. Felt that lovely rattling in my chest, the tight, sore, raw sensation of inflamed bronchi. I really did not want to stay home. Mondays are heavy mail days, lots of boxes and things coming into the library. However, I don't want to risk my boss getting sick: his immune system is weak and he tends to get sick with respiratory infections easily. Yes, I know, this must sound strange, I actually want to go to work. But the only reasons I am home is because I am contagious and because I am too dizzy to walk more than around the house.
Adam is going to Connecticut. He has been assigned to fix the broken internet server and computer of the king of Morocco, Mohammad Ben Al-Hassan, although he probably won't meet the man. (His company tends to work a lot with foreign dignitaries, diplomats, kings, princes, and higher-ups; Adam has helped set up equipment for US presidental campaigns as well.)
He will stay overnight and be home on Tuesday. I hope all goes well.
I ordered food. It'll be here soon.
I finally got out of bed and got dressed around noon. Took a hot steamy shower. Coughed a bit. Felt that lovely rattling in my chest, the tight, sore, raw sensation of inflamed bronchi. I really did not want to stay home. Mondays are heavy mail days, lots of boxes and things coming into the library. However, I don't want to risk my boss getting sick: his immune system is weak and he tends to get sick with respiratory infections easily. Yes, I know, this must sound strange, I actually want to go to work. But the only reasons I am home is because I am contagious and because I am too dizzy to walk more than around the house.
Adam is going to Connecticut. He has been assigned to fix the broken internet server and computer of the king of Morocco, Mohammad Ben Al-Hassan, although he probably won't meet the man. (His company tends to work a lot with foreign dignitaries, diplomats, kings, princes, and higher-ups; Adam has helped set up equipment for US presidental campaigns as well.)
He will stay overnight and be home on Tuesday. I hope all goes well.
I ordered food. It'll be here soon.
