Mended

[muckefuck]

I sort of lost my weekend due to some hideous bug or other I seemed to have picked up on Friday night. By Saturday morning, I was feeling all oogie, but I put it down to a combination of the previous night's dinner not sitting well and that morning's breakfast being interrupted twenty times in order to keep the workmen on task. But by Saturday afternoon, it was clear something else was up and by that evening I apparently looked and sounded worse than death warmed over.

Fortunately, I recovered in time to make it to Les pêcheurs de perles (which gets rather a bad rap due to a decidely third-rate libretto) tonight. Actually, I was probably over the stomach bug (or whatever it is--I had enough raw food on Thursday and Friday that I'm ruling that out) by Sunday evening, but I needed another day to recover from the after effects of fasting and sleeping poorly. I ended up spending most of it in bed reading Lovecraft, which was just the ticket for a sticky overcast day when enough pale yellow ash leaves had accumulated on the roads to sound like puddles of water under the tyres of passing autos.

Bizarrely, it was even more oppressive after we left the opera house than when we went in, at least in the Loop. I don't know if the temperature dropped appreciably in an hour or if it's just that much cooler up here on the northern border, but I had a comfortable breeze for my stroll back home along Arthur avenue. A full moon and a huge piece of plastic flapping against the wall of a rising residential tower set the mood which was augmented by the ghostly brilliance of locust trees at the height of their colour. I can't tell if they're really richer in hue this year than others or if that's just the regret of not being at my old place to see them ringing my windows speaking.

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Bugs

[febrile.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I picked up a rather nasty thing when I was in Chicago or, more likely, on the horrible plane ride back, and I'm just now starting to feel recovered. Weekends on one's back should be more fun than mine was.

I must say, though, that what your post got me thinking about was having a northern cold in a tropical climate. I've been sweating like a pig despite the air conditioning. I had to wear a suit two days in a row, and can't believe I didn't drench through the layers. I'd honestly much rather have this cold where it's cooler. I thought it was supposed to work the other way around: people getting sick down in the tropics and bringing it north?!

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

It takes a hardy tropical bug to survive our brutal winters!

I had a taste of what you went through when I suffered my first serious "summer cold" this year, and now I finally understand why they really are worse than winter colds. For years I understood this as meaning "more serious" when really it means "more miserable", because all the little tricks you have for making yourself feel better when you have a cold (e.g. hot tea, warm afghans, chicken noodle soup, etc.) fail utterly when it's 80 degrees and sunny outside.