How blue is my room

[desperance]

Bleah. Feel really crap today; either that flu jab did give me flu, or else I have BitterCon crud. Which hardly seems fair, in the circs (and is giving me conniptions for this upcoming week, when we revive the play: how can I lie prone supine for an hour and a half unmoving, if I keep needing to sneeze and cough and blow my nose? Urgh...).

Due - I assert - to illness-feeling, there have been no Roman triumphs today, page-wise; I've only written a couple. But I did work through the short story for tonight's reading at the Blue Room, giving it a new title and a little more edge, taking out a wee bit flab. And then I did watch The Empire Strikes Back, 'cos you have to, I think.

And I made a wonderful pork, chilli and potato soup, to address the coldy symptoms; but I made two days' worth, and neglected to turn the heat off while I ate today's portion, so went back into the kitchen after and barely saved the pan, couldn't alas save the soup. Sigh. This is how I burn things: not in the making, just in the forgetting that the heat is still on after.

And so down to the Blue Room, feeling rotten: but there were many friends there, which always makes me feel better. And the story went down well, and I sold half a dozen copies of Phantoms at the Phil vol two, and all of that is good; and there were other readers - Ian Horn and Ray Liversidge - and my old mate Steve Jinski played music after with his band, and all of that was good too.

And now I'm going to have a v hot bath and see if I can steam some of the crud out of my body before bed. Want bed...

Comments

[karenmiller.livejournal.com]

Boo hiss on the feeling crappy. Apparently there is scientific back up for efficacy of chicken noodle soup. Something about casein. As for burning your soup ... more than once I have put a couple of eggs on to boil for breakfast, got caught up in work, and then thought -- hmm, what was that explosion just then?

Boiled 'em dry, blew 'em up. And no, I do not learn. *g*

Yay on the reading. Extra yay on the excellent response to the play. Firing on all cylinders, with or without sniffles!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Years&years ago, it was reported that the Bishop of Oxford was accustomed to time his boiled egg by his solving of the Times Crossword - and he didn't like his egg hard-boiled.

The next week, there was a letter in the Times:

"Dear Sir, taking my queue from the Bishop, I thought perhaps the boiling of the egg would facilitate the solving of the crossword. I set the pan on the heat at eight o'clock, and sat down to the puzzle. It is now three in the afternoon, and the egg has exploded..."

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

Feel better soon.

I can't have flu shots; I'm allergic. They make me sicker than the actual flu. Plus, it's only a guess as to what the strain is, and, over here anyway, they usually give you the wrong toxic stuff . . .