The sound of inevitability
It's my first cold of the seasons and I'm trying not to be defeatist. I have my zinc (well, at home, because I'm a dork), my C, and I'm dedicated to drinking 16 oz. of water each hour I'm at work. Tonight, I'm giving $1 Burger Night a miss and heading to a phở restaurant for a restorative broth, then to bed early. This cold is not going to stop me from attending Salome tomorrow night!
It strikes me as somewhat silly to try to pinpoint when I caught it. Sure, walking to and from Bornhoeffer's on Saturday in the damp cold may not have been the smartest move ever, but I did need some exercise. Plus, the smoked pork chops I bought there were so totally worth it. We've been eating the hit-or-miss cuts from next door for so long I've forgotten just how incredibly tasty and tender a real top-of-the-line piece of pork can be. What's wrong with me? The place is right on my way home from work and yet I never think of stopping there to pick something up.
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monshu's all weekend and exposing myself to secondhand smoke was probably a worse move, but I wanted to get my quantity time in now since he won't be around next weekend. Getting soaked coming home on Friday night was no smart gesture either, but who knew there'd be a thunderstorm right about quitting time? The weather report was culpably silent on that threat. But the stupidest choice of all was staying up into the wee hours afterwards for no discernable reason whatsoever. That's one habit I should be trying to wean myself from sooner rather than later.
I don't think I'll regret following through with my plans for dim sum Sunday morning even once I realised I wasn't well. I would've hated to miss a chance to seezompist's wife, since they're not in town all that often. Besides, although the transit was a bit wearying, the visit was mostly sitting in Nuphy's cozy den, sipping tea, and watching opera. It doesn't get much more restful than that.
It strikes me as somewhat silly to try to pinpoint when I caught it. Sure, walking to and from Bornhoeffer's on Saturday in the damp cold may not have been the smartest move ever, but I did need some exercise. Plus, the smoked pork chops I bought there were so totally worth it. We've been eating the hit-or-miss cuts from next door for so long I've forgotten just how incredibly tasty and tender a real top-of-the-line piece of pork can be. What's wrong with me? The place is right on my way home from work and yet I never think of stopping there to pick something up.
Frankly, hanging around
monshu's all weekend and exposing myself to secondhand smoke was probably a worse move, but I wanted to get my quantity time in now since he won't be around next weekend. Getting soaked coming home on Friday night was no smart gesture either, but who knew there'd be a thunderstorm right about quitting time? The weather report was culpably silent on that threat. But the stupidest choice of all was staying up into the wee hours afterwards for no discernable reason whatsoever. That's one habit I should be trying to wean myself from sooner rather than later.I don't think I'll regret following through with my plans for dim sum Sunday morning even once I realised I wasn't well. I would've hated to miss a chance to see
zompist's wife, since they're not in town all that often. Besides, although the transit was a bit wearying, the visit was mostly sitting in Nuphy's cozy den, sipping tea, and watching opera. It doesn't get much more restful than that.