feverish dreams (2007-01-10 - 10:50 a.m.)
Yet another fever. Why this year has my body suddenly decided to deal with every stray bacteria by trying to burn it out? Having a war raging in your body all night is not so fun. I'm freezing and then I can't stand to have anything covering me. My skin hurts to touch and my clothes are soaked. And then if I can adjust temperature enough to get to sleep the dreams start....
They were probably worse than usual last night because I was reading Wicked before bed. But it doesn't matter, because I got up and read a 1999 copy of People magazine about the Brady Bunch (please do not ask why I have such a thing on hand) and then I had scary repetitive dreams about the Brady Bunch. And oh, I wish I were kidding. Stuff just goes round and round in my head and if I wake up I fall back into the same dream...
At any rate, there were severe blizzard warnings for today and I cannot tell by looking out my window how bad it is. Maybe nobody else went to work either! However, I will try to go in for this afternoon as I have been sick a lot lately and I think they are getting annoyed. (Though not as annoyed as I am, let me assure you.)
Hmmm, other things must have been happening lately, prior to yet another disease. Oh yes... Lego! Steph and I went to the exhibit at the museum of scale-model Edmonton buildings composed entirely of Lego. We were very impressed and also seized with a desire to build something. Luckily I know someone who has a giant chest full of Lego as the centrepiece of his living room!
Fired up the slow cooker this weekend. Made kind of an interesting stew. Let us just say that I probably need some practice. I have the giant 7-quart can-barely-lift-it version, so I will blame it on that... just need to learn to scale the amount of food properly, that's all. But never mind, Judith ate it and claimed to enjoy it, and I actually quite like it. But just think - if I can get this to work the way I envision it, dinner will be done when I walk in the door after work!
It would seem that I have "Molly Malone" stuck in my head (Tim was once in a choir that sang this song and it has imprinted itself on my brain.)
"She died of a faver*
*gotta do the fake Irish accent
At least I haven't died of my fever... yet....
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