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bunrabMagazines:
Ellery Queen's Mystery
Asimov's Science Fiction
Mother Jones
The American Prospect
Catalogs: nothing memorable.
Books read recently: not many (see "food poisoning"), but I did finish an anthology of mystery stories with supernatural features, called Powers of Detection.
Apparently, this is some sort of communicable virus, rather than exactly food poisoning, 'cause just within the last few hours,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
squirrel_magnet seems to have been hit with it. We left rehearsal early, with me driving - and you may recall, I can't see at night. If you are ever mad at someone who is sitting in the right lane doing 5 miles an hour under the speed limit and refusing to budge, you might keep in mind that there are all sorts of stories in the city, that the driver has no way to communicate to you; there's not time to use the 4-way flashers in Morse code to explain it all, and while there may be naval signal flags that mean something equivalent to "driver is fairly unfamiliar with vehicle" I'm pretty sure that there aren't any that mean "passenger, who is usual driver of the vehicle, is busy throwing up" and "I can't see at night but we have no other damn choice and I'm doing the best I can to get us home, damn it!" I try to give others that same benefit of the doubt and not accuse them of being jerks until I actually see the cell phones in their grubby hands.
I am still rather shaky in recovering; one of the disadvantages of spending a whole day throwing up is that I couldn't take any of my meds that day, and that results in a whole 'nother bunch of side effects. I don't throw up very often - about once a decade* - the last time was sometime in the mid-90's - and I really hate it. The after-effects, let's try and mince words and say something like "the stuff coming out the other end" are still disgusting and still happening.
*Literally. I can tell you about the once I threw up in the 90's, the once in the 80's, the once in the 70's, and the once in the 60's. I probably threw up in the 50's but don't remember it, since I can only remember clearly back to 1957 or so.
Well, all the animals are doing fine, the heat works, the snow has mostly melted safely, we DID get home safely, and we are sipping weak lukewarm ginger tea, and we live in a world where we were able to expect to find ginger tea in the pantry and have the facilities to prepare it. So I will stop whining and remember those things.
Ellery Queen's Mystery
Asimov's Science Fiction
Mother Jones
The American Prospect
Catalogs: nothing memorable.
Books read recently: not many (see "food poisoning"), but I did finish an anthology of mystery stories with supernatural features, called Powers of Detection.
Apparently, this is some sort of communicable virus, rather than exactly food poisoning, 'cause just within the last few hours,
squirrel_magnet seems to have been hit with it. We left rehearsal early, with me driving - and you may recall, I can't see at night. If you are ever mad at someone who is sitting in the right lane doing 5 miles an hour under the speed limit and refusing to budge, you might keep in mind that there are all sorts of stories in the city, that the driver has no way to communicate to you; there's not time to use the 4-way flashers in Morse code to explain it all, and while there may be naval signal flags that mean something equivalent to "driver is fairly unfamiliar with vehicle" I'm pretty sure that there aren't any that mean "passenger, who is usual driver of the vehicle, is busy throwing up" and "I can't see at night but we have no other damn choice and I'm doing the best I can to get us home, damn it!" I try to give others that same benefit of the doubt and not accuse them of being jerks until I actually see the cell phones in their grubby hands.I am still rather shaky in recovering; one of the disadvantages of spending a whole day throwing up is that I couldn't take any of my meds that day, and that results in a whole 'nother bunch of side effects. I don't throw up very often - about once a decade* - the last time was sometime in the mid-90's - and I really hate it. The after-effects, let's try and mince words and say something like "the stuff coming out the other end" are still disgusting and still happening.
*Literally. I can tell you about the once I threw up in the 90's, the once in the 80's, the once in the 70's, and the once in the 60's. I probably threw up in the 50's but don't remember it, since I can only remember clearly back to 1957 or so.
Well, all the animals are doing fine, the heat works, the snow has mostly melted safely, we DID get home safely, and we are sipping weak lukewarm ginger tea, and we live in a world where we were able to expect to find ginger tea in the pantry and have the facilities to prepare it. So I will stop whining and remember those things.
