Listening: Love Gets Me Every Time by Shania Twain

Reading (perhaps quality): Read The Hobbitt by JRR Tolkein and some of Man and His Symbols by CG Jung

Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing.

Drinking: Lots of water.

July 07, 2003
8:57 pm

So, I'm not dying of bronchitis.

After sticking that lit pointy thing they look through in both of my ears, up both my nostrils, and listening to me breathe for like a minute the nurse practitioner this morning said she had both good news and bad news. The good news was that I didn't have anything more serious than a bad cold. The bad news was that I have a bad cold so there's nothing really she could prescribe. She gave me a crazy fluid thinner so between it and the Clariton I'm alternately nose-running and dried out. Lovely. But my fever's down. I'm better rested. And I feel almost human.

Just met up with D for dinner. Food was unhealthy (Whitlow's half-priced burgers) but the conversation was good. One of the best things about her is her wide interests and how easy it is to talk about a spectrum of things. Am anticipating having as good of a time catching up with Beley manana (though with all the cheap red wine slated to be consumed I should probably start resting up now).

Doing (life and related tasks): Resting and going to the doctor (but in reverse order).

Doing (crafty stuff): Nada today.

Wanting: A less noisy air conditioner.

Anticipating: Catching up with D and Beley this week.