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Doublesniffle
Nov. 21st, 2013 01:52 pmDear cold,
I had thought you dead to me. Something in me (tho' actually I think it's you) wants to applaud your revisionist/resurrectionist tendency, even while the rest of me revolts and/or is revolting. In so many ways.
If you leave me now - well, I guess I'll get over you. Why don't we give it a try?
Infectedly yours (for the nonce)
Me
- I am of that generation brought up with doublethink: knowing that a cold is a virus, and yet raised believing what our parents were raised to believe. "You'll catch a cold if you go outside with your hair wet." Happily that one no longer applies to me - a shaven head resolves all issues, all - but I do still twitch, I do still think wet and chill make me vulnerable. Hell, I have been to a wet chill climate, and come home with a cold: QED! (Besides, it always happens in the Chalet School, so.)
Also, "Feed a cold and starve a fever." I have no idea, none, whether there is actual wisdom engrossed in this apophthegm; I have never yet allowed it to circumscribe my choices; but I have spent much of today wanting to eat more, even while I lie upon the couch and do nothing to deserve it.
And yes, I have also been taking steps to keep warm. I've even put on a long-sleeved shirt, though this now falls entirely outside my notion of clothing (appropriate outerwear = T-shirt, jeans, sandals: all day, all year. What need more, or other?). I had socks on too, but I've had to take them off, because I have to go out, and I still can't do that sandals-and-socks thing, no.
Dinner tonight will mainly revolve around chunks of pork stewed with warming things: ginger, star anise, chillies. Like that. Milady will want a vegetation, though, so I'm going to go buy a Savoy cabbage. That too might get a few chillies tossed in. For Karen it's prophylactic, I'll be doing her a favour, right? Right...?
I was meaning to cut off a chunk of the pork and make more sossidges first, while I have the machinery out and the skins soaked and the will all energised - but I dunno, I feel too crap to fuss. Maybe I'll cut a chunk off and put it in the freezer, do it another day, maybe.
Also, maybe I'll spend the afternoon on the couch watching musicals. That might happen.
Talking of which, O internet, advise me: when Tom Waits informs us that his Stacys are soaking wet, what exactly does he mean? And is he in danger of catching cold?
I had thought you dead to me. Something in me (tho' actually I think it's you) wants to applaud your revisionist/resurrectionist tendency, even while the rest of me revolts and/or is revolting. In so many ways.
If you leave me now - well, I guess I'll get over you. Why don't we give it a try?
Infectedly yours (for the nonce)
Me
- I am of that generation brought up with doublethink: knowing that a cold is a virus, and yet raised believing what our parents were raised to believe. "You'll catch a cold if you go outside with your hair wet." Happily that one no longer applies to me - a shaven head resolves all issues, all - but I do still twitch, I do still think wet and chill make me vulnerable. Hell, I have been to a wet chill climate, and come home with a cold: QED! (Besides, it always happens in the Chalet School, so.)
Also, "Feed a cold and starve a fever." I have no idea, none, whether there is actual wisdom engrossed in this apophthegm; I have never yet allowed it to circumscribe my choices; but I have spent much of today wanting to eat more, even while I lie upon the couch and do nothing to deserve it.
And yes, I have also been taking steps to keep warm. I've even put on a long-sleeved shirt, though this now falls entirely outside my notion of clothing (appropriate outerwear = T-shirt, jeans, sandals: all day, all year. What need more, or other?). I had socks on too, but I've had to take them off, because I have to go out, and I still can't do that sandals-and-socks thing, no.
Dinner tonight will mainly revolve around chunks of pork stewed with warming things: ginger, star anise, chillies. Like that. Milady will want a vegetation, though, so I'm going to go buy a Savoy cabbage. That too might get a few chillies tossed in. For Karen it's prophylactic, I'll be doing her a favour, right? Right...?
I was meaning to cut off a chunk of the pork and make more sossidges first, while I have the machinery out and the skins soaked and the will all energised - but I dunno, I feel too crap to fuss. Maybe I'll cut a chunk off and put it in the freezer, do it another day, maybe.
Also, maybe I'll spend the afternoon on the couch watching musicals. That might happen.
Talking of which, O internet, advise me: when Tom Waits informs us that his Stacys are soaking wet, what exactly does he mean? And is he in danger of catching cold?