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Apr. 8th, 2013 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesGAH, sick again. I woke up on Saturday morning with a brand new sore throat and cough, and yesterday I couldn't muster enough energy to take a shower until lunchtime. I did manage to do that, though, and eventually I re-potted my jade plants. That was kind of fun, actually. I like playing around with dirt, and I don't get a whole lot of chances to do that these days.
I think jade plants are related to the hydra, because I started with seven pots and ended up with nine. Granted, that's because I kept every living offshoot of the mostly-dead stalk, and if they die I'll be back to six pots. Which wouldn't be a disaster, since I am now out of simultaneously plant-friendly and cat-unfriendly surfaces. (I realize that in saying this, I have just guaranteed that all of the pots of offshoots will grow like gangbusters, and next spring I'll end up with about twelve pots and nowhere to put them.)
Having successfully dealt with the jade plants, I semi-successfully made coconut curry for lunch this week. It looks vaguely dreadful because all of the potatoes got overcooked and some of them disintegrated and made the sauce a little too thick, but it tastes pretty good. And hopefully between the garlic and what all is in curry powder, it will give this particular cold something to think about.
If being pissed off about being sick actually helped me to stop being sick, I would be better already. I think I caught an Irish cold in March and an American one just now. Either way, I can't afford to keep being sick, especially since I have to haul my carcass out of bed for P&R tomorrow morning. This is never fun, but I suspect that tomorrow it's going to be even less fun than usual.
I hate that I start dreading Tuesday morning P&R on Sunday night. Mostly it's because even with hauling my carcass out of bed before 6:00 and taking a three-minute shower before running out the door to get on the earliest possible bus, there's still never quite enough time for two of us to get the power strips and 20 or so laptops set up before 8:00. And there's nothing we can do the night before to make the morning any easier. If I ran the universe, there either wouldn't be a morning meeting, or it would start at 9:00. But I don't run the universe, so I start dreading Tuesday morning on Sunday night.
At least I have next Monday to look forward to. I'm taking the day off, because the marathon screws up the bus routes to such an extent that I had to walk two miles to get home last year. (Normally a two-mile walk isn't an issue, but I wasn't planning on it and thus wasn't wearing shoes to walk that far in. OW.) This year I decided to avoid the whole thing, use up a personal day, and stay home. Or at least stay away from the marathon route.
I think jade plants are related to the hydra, because I started with seven pots and ended up with nine. Granted, that's because I kept every living offshoot of the mostly-dead stalk, and if they die I'll be back to six pots. Which wouldn't be a disaster, since I am now out of simultaneously plant-friendly and cat-unfriendly surfaces. (I realize that in saying this, I have just guaranteed that all of the pots of offshoots will grow like gangbusters, and next spring I'll end up with about twelve pots and nowhere to put them.)
Having successfully dealt with the jade plants, I semi-successfully made coconut curry for lunch this week. It looks vaguely dreadful because all of the potatoes got overcooked and some of them disintegrated and made the sauce a little too thick, but it tastes pretty good. And hopefully between the garlic and what all is in curry powder, it will give this particular cold something to think about.
If being pissed off about being sick actually helped me to stop being sick, I would be better already. I think I caught an Irish cold in March and an American one just now. Either way, I can't afford to keep being sick, especially since I have to haul my carcass out of bed for P&R tomorrow morning. This is never fun, but I suspect that tomorrow it's going to be even less fun than usual.
I hate that I start dreading Tuesday morning P&R on Sunday night. Mostly it's because even with hauling my carcass out of bed before 6:00 and taking a three-minute shower before running out the door to get on the earliest possible bus, there's still never quite enough time for two of us to get the power strips and 20 or so laptops set up before 8:00. And there's nothing we can do the night before to make the morning any easier. If I ran the universe, there either wouldn't be a morning meeting, or it would start at 9:00. But I don't run the universe, so I start dreading Tuesday morning on Sunday night.
At least I have next Monday to look forward to. I'm taking the day off, because the marathon screws up the bus routes to such an extent that I had to walk two miles to get home last year. (Normally a two-mile walk isn't an issue, but I wasn't planning on it and thus wasn't wearing shoes to walk that far in. OW.) This year I decided to avoid the whole thing, use up a personal day, and stay home. Or at least stay away from the marathon route.
