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.

9 Responses to “Leper”

  1. Chuck Says:

    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…

  2. KathyR Says:

    Recovery NOW!

    Good luck. Sounds ghastly.

  3. John Says:

    Drink whiskey briskly! Then, stay well!

  4. robin andrea Says:

    Get well soon, Phil! Whatever you do, don’t read The Last Town on Earth, at least while you are coughing and convalescing.

  5. Carroll Says:

    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 !)

  6. nancy Says:

    Poor little feller. Fell better soon. Seems like every blog I read someone is feeling under the weather.

  7. roger Says:

    i knew no good would come of all that flying.

    rest up phil. get well soon.

  8. janet Says:

    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.

  9. Phil Says:

    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.