Well, after two nights of sweating out toxins, my fever is gone. Now I’m only congested. I haven’t left Matt’s apartment since Sunday evening. Last night, between Matt’s coughing and my sniffling it was a cacophony of illness. At least we’re both getting better.
Yesterday I began reading “Wicked,” and last night, as I drifted in and out of sleep, visions of Oz wandered through my head. At some points I even dreamed that I was reading.
This isn’t the most exciting way to spend a vacation from work, but at least I don’t have to be anywhere. And hopefully I’ll be in good enough shape for my birthday gathering tomorrow night. (I’m having people meet up at Posh tomorrow at 6:30 for a happy hour — anyone’s welcome to come.)
Sniffle sniffle cough cough. Over and out.
“…I’m flying high, defying gravity…”. I loved the book so much, I read it twice. I memorize the musical. I love it so much, I would go again. Even if they are essentially different stories.
I work until 8:30pm tomorrow. I’ll try to stop by to see if you are still there for me to wish you Happy Birthday.
I LOVED that book and then soon became enchanted with the music from the Broadway musical by the same name. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. That author’s other books are on my list to read…he’s just great.
Check out Legal Moose’s Rules for Dealing With a Head Cold.
I’ve been having strange dreams while sick, too. In my dreams, I’ve been asleep and dreaming, and then wake up to a world where I’m confused about which is real and which is dream. And then I wake up out of that dream into the (hopefully) real world, and am left feeling completely disoriented about reality.
Sorry to hear you’re still sick; I too thought this was over, only to be hit by a second wave worse than the first. And Jeff and I are supposed to fly up to Boston tomorrow to celebrate First Night there, so I have to get better today. Right now, hear me germs?! Herbal tea, vitamin C and Robitussin are my friends.