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Elderberry of Simmer
Aug. 30th, 2017 09:00 pmThis was the second day in a row on which I woke up unable to utter more than a few croaks, because of my throat and lungs being so croggled up. As you may have guessed from reading this, even if you don't know me personally, I like to express myself in no uncertain voice. So it's really weird not to be able to say anything! However, after several hours spent in alternating bouts of drinking tea and coughing till it ripped my throat out, I seem to have cleared up enough to speak without too much trouble. I haaate how sick I get every time I have a respiratory virus. HATE IT. However, my body is doing battle and will soon have the microscopic little bustards on the run. I realize they were evolutionarily necessary to the development of DNA and the functioning cells of which we are all composed, but their job is done. They could GO AWAY now. Or at least leave ME alone.
One of the problems I've failed to solve due to not having the energy to do so is that, somewhere in this house, I suspect there is the corpse of a small bird. Yesterday morning, I had an appointment that I'd forgotten to cancel. I was staggering out the door, showerless and late, when I saw Shadow the devil cat dashing through the living room with something in her mouth. What stuck out looked suspiciously like feathers. She ran behind the couch. I didn't have time to go after her, and the thought of disentangling a mangled creature from her jaws made me feel even sicker than usual, so I just left. When I got back, she was looking guilty yet defiant. There were feathers on the hearthrug, but other remnants were nowhere to be seen. She had gone out on the screen porch and made another hole in the screen so she could pounce on a sparrow. I don't know what she did with her prey. It's hard to believe she ate the whole thing, but I haven't been able to find out where she hid the rest of it. Ugh. This is something I didn't need. When people talk about how their pets love to snuggle up to them and give them mystical healing energy, I laugh bitterly. And then cough some more.
One of the problems I've failed to solve due to not having the energy to do so is that, somewhere in this house, I suspect there is the corpse of a small bird. Yesterday morning, I had an appointment that I'd forgotten to cancel. I was staggering out the door, showerless and late, when I saw Shadow the devil cat dashing through the living room with something in her mouth. What stuck out looked suspiciously like feathers. She ran behind the couch. I didn't have time to go after her, and the thought of disentangling a mangled creature from her jaws made me feel even sicker than usual, so I just left. When I got back, she was looking guilty yet defiant. There were feathers on the hearthrug, but other remnants were nowhere to be seen. She had gone out on the screen porch and made another hole in the screen so she could pounce on a sparrow. I don't know what she did with her prey. It's hard to believe she ate the whole thing, but I haven't been able to find out where she hid the rest of it. Ugh. This is something I didn't need. When people talk about how their pets love to snuggle up to them and give them mystical healing energy, I laugh bitterly. And then cough some more.
