Leper
Not much inspiration available in the last couple of weeks, at least in language I can parse. Perhaps it’s just ennui, or something more pathological. I just have found it impossible to form whole sentences.
Then, while in Milwaukee last week, I contracted some vile midwestern grippe on Thursday - some kind of upper respiratory thing that made me achy and prone to coughing fits. I soldiered through Friday, flew home Friday night and have spent nearly the entire weekend sleeping, or lying in bed reading listlessly. I think it’s been over 20 years since I actually allowed a sickness to keep me in bed.
Hope the extraordinary convalescence is repaid with quick recovery - like now - because I have a lot to accomplish this next week. And that’s just about all I have the energy to type.
Ah. well, sympathy for the illness, empathy for the late winter ennui, best wishes for a speedy recovery, and just glad to know you’re still alive. Starting to wonder…
Recovery NOW!
Good luck. Sounds ghastly.
Drink whiskey briskly! Then, stay well!
Get well soon, Phil! Whatever you do, don’t read The Last Town on Earth, at least while you are coughing and convalescing.
Bummer! Here’s to a speedy recovery. Maybe Mrs. P. can make you a “Get Well Soon” cake
(I’m a serious fan of the birthday cake pictures !)
Poor little feller. Fell better soon. Seems like every blog I read someone is feeling under the weather.
i knew no good would come of all that flying.
rest up phil. get well soon.
We had that in this house. Me at Christmas and Dave a month ago. To be honest, I am still having a little coughing and asthma two months later.
Thanks for all the good wishes, folks! Robin, I’ll have to look into that book. I do remember enough of The Stand (Stephen King) that I’m on the lookout not to trip over corpses in the street.