Took a sick day yesterday.
The details are unpleasant and can be elided. Basically, 48-hour crud. I pushed myself through the first day but said "hell with it" on the second.
Woke up at 5 am; Claudia found me when she came downstairs just after 6:30. She instantly realized something was not right, since I am never up before her. It's like seeing a fish floating on its side, or a cat eating grass... the animal is behaving in a deeply wrong way.
I stayed up through the morning routine of getting the boys fed/dressed/out the door, then went back to bed around 9. Slept until 1:30. Got up and wandered around for an hour or two, then went back to bed again. Slept until 6. Stayed up through dinner and bedtime, went back to bed a bit after midnight (normal time for me), and slept until breakfast. Claudia, bless her, just kept on keeping on.
And now I feel so much better. Not 100%, but getting there.
There's not a lot else to tell, except that I wish I'd been in better shape mentally, because being at home on a work day was interesting. Claude was busy busy. I read some books in bed. The boys were loud. The sun came in the bedroom window at a funny angle. Oh, and I'm almost well rested today. Sleeping all day will do that, sometimes. (And sometimes it just makes you jet-lagged and punchy.)
...I'm not sure this sort of "daily minutia" stuff counts as a proper blog post. Hm.
**I'm not sure this sort of "daily minutia" stuff counts as a proper blog post. Hm.**
Why not? :) I love your historical and informative posts, but you ARE allowed to be human and get sick once in a while!!
Posted by: Christine | November 09, 2007 at 07:03 PM
It's Friday.
Stop blogging and come home.
The boys want their D&D fix before bed and they ain't getting it from me!
Posted by: claudia | November 09, 2007 at 07:12 PM
"...I'm not sure this sort of "daily minutia" stuff counts as a proper blog post. Hm."
Dude, I have 21 days to go, and I have an *extremely* pedestrian life. Even including daily minutia, I'm going to have problems meeting the quota.
I'm not kidding. This is the generic phone call with my dad:
D: Hi, I have not heard from you in quite some time! [NB: 48 to 72 hours.] How are you doing?
C: Hi Dad! Not much going on. How are you?
D: Good, good. [description of local weather and the health conditions of people I don't know] How is work.
C: [rattles off obscure stuff]
D: Okay, that's good. [unsubtle hint about grandchildren]
C: Not unless the Archangel Gabriel is involved. [or equivalent quip]
D: What? Oh, I see. Ha ha! Don't worry, [aphorism]. Well, it was good talking with you!
Posted by: Carlos | November 09, 2007 at 08:38 PM
Carlos, that was funny.
You wasted a perfectly good post there. I mean, it made Doug snork. What more do you want?
Posted by: claudia | November 09, 2007 at 09:05 PM
... oh, what a question.
The scary thing is, it's funny *and* accurate. Nearly verbatim.
Posted by: Carlos | November 09, 2007 at 09:32 PM
You know, there is this 15 minute window between 7 and 7:15, when I'm walking genuine avenues to board my commuter train, and-
Ring.
He's around Bear Mountain, or Harriman, or maybe on 52 in Bullville.
Daily, man. Daily.
Posted by: The New York City High School Math Teacher | November 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Bullville? I didn't realize your family was that close to our previous abode. We were in Montgomery.
Bernard, off to get fitted for his ten-gallon hat
Posted by: Bernard Guerrero | November 09, 2007 at 11:32 PM
Almost forgot, Happy 18 Brumaire!
Bernard, off to get fitted for his white horse
Posted by: Bernard Guerrero | November 09, 2007 at 11:35 PM
Dude, I'm from Liberty. I know Montgomery like the back of me hand.
Posted by: The New York City High School Math Teacher | November 10, 2007 at 04:38 AM