Kippling! On Mars!

You will have to forgive the subject line, for I surely never shall: but I am rereading classic SF texts, for reasons of happenstance, and I had forgotten that "kipple" first saw light of print in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?.

So too did disemelevatored. It is no great surprise to me that one of these words is still in use today, while the other is not.

This qoph just keeps getting better and better

*qophs*

In other news, it is perhaps unfortunate to recognise only towards the end of it that one is in fact having a holiday, but there it is. Here it is. Much of the rest of America is enjoying a three-day vacation, and so apparently am I. Friday was all about cooking and socialising, as a party cohered all about me; yesterday was all about being late and slow and cleaning up; today there is more focused cleaning (oiling the chopping-block! etc) and still absolutely no inclination to work. Which might be a pity, as I have an accumulation of increasingly urgent deadlines, but I am in hopes that three days of rest will invigorate me for tomorrow.

Just, I might've liked to know in advance that I would be having three days of rest, so that I might not've castigated myself quite so fiercely.

*qophs again*

In otherer news, Mac is feeling under the weather today. As I had both boys sleeping either side of my legs last night, for the first time since the winter, I am inclined to look to yesterday's jabs as the cause. We'll keep an eye on him, and see how he is tomorrow.

Me, I'm not really under the weather, but I do wish this qoph would go into retreat mode. Every day it's just a little stronger - I am now taking qoph medicine regularly through the day, which I had not been ere this - and I am aweary of it. Possibly so is Karen.

Call this a thought experiment. Not (necessarily) including bacon.

"You sound sick," quoth m'wife.
"I feel sick," quoth I.
"So why aren't you reclining on the sofa with a hot toddy and a book?"
"Y'know, I was just asking myself the exact same question, in almost the exact same words..."

So now I am - but I do also know why I wasn't, before. Truth is - and I hate to admit it! - I am starting to regard the hot toddy mildly askance. It's fine mornings and evenings, when I'm really sick; but this time of day, I really don't want to be swigging something sweet. I find I have less and less tolerance of sugariness, as I age; before dinner particularly, I do not want sweet at all.

Which leads to the inevitable question: where is the savoury toddy of my dreams?

It really doesn't have to include bacon*. But strong alcohol, and something sharp to stimulate the appetite and cut through the clagginess of being ill - citrus or hot sauce or both - and physical warmth, and something emollient to the throat that is not honey or sugar syrup. That's the tricky one. Butter, perhaps? And/or a beaten egg? But it's hard to warm egg without scrambling it, especially if you're not feeling well. And hot buttered rum is a classic, but there's a fuckton of sugar in that. I dunno, people. Give me your best...

*Tho' I am not by any means averse to its inclusion, if need be.

Re: placement

If there were only room, I would totally store our napkins in the fridge, if only because when we need fresh napkins I always, always go to the fridge first. And open it, and stare in a little blankly, and think "What did I...? Oh, right. Napkins." And close the fridge, and open the cupboard to the left of the fridge, where we actually keep the napkins.

Also, I find that I do rather fancy saying "Are these napkins sufficiently chilled? I could bring fresh..."

But of course there is no room.