ArcticTern of Shadow
Nov. 13th, 2024 09:09 pmI swear I've never had this particular flavor of virus before, and I don't ever want to have it again. I had a bad night followed by a morning in the company of an over-dramatic headache. I wondered if I could possibly make it to my Madame visit, but after dosing myself with coffee and Advil, I managed to achieve a passable imitation of a human being. I called her before I went to pick her up, and she claimed the doctor had been there already. When I walked in, I saw the doctor with my own eyes. She begrudgingly admitted that she had seen Madame, and added pointedly that she was trying to get in touch with her daughter. Okay, I get it--she thought I was trying to inquire about Madame's condition, and wanted to let me know that she had no intention of sharing any HIPAA protected information. Quite right and proper too, except that I had no wish to know, so I really didn't need to be corrected. In any case, I was very glad to know that all was going according to plan, and I didn't have to worry about it.
Madame seemed in good spirits, better than last week, in fact, and we had a pleasant time. The cafe had corn chowder today, so I was able to have soup for lunch. It was somewhat soothing. I actually bought a book, too--"The Navigator's Children," the final volume in Tad Williams' latest monster saga, The Last King of Osten Ard. It is 700 pages long. And that's after he split it off from what was to be the final volume, because that book, too, had become too long. How CAN some people write so much! I'm jealous. It will probably take me as long to read it as it took him to write it. Madame commented that the print was too small, and it is. It's one of our little jokes that we no longer buy books whose print is below a certain size. I'm not sure reading it will be a joy, because at this point the cast of characters has become so large and the plot so complicated that it will take work to keep track of it all. But having plowed my way through The Witchwood Crown, Empire of Grass, and Into the Narrowdark, i really want to know how it all turns out. I know I'll be disappointed come what may, because I will never forgive the author for killing Simon Silverlock's son. Alas.
Once I got home, I determined that I was not going to do one thing more for the rest of the day, and I didn't. The Sparrowhawk got us some more of that good Chinese takeout, because I couldn't face any more cooking. Looking forward to a better day tomorrow . . . .
Madame seemed in good spirits, better than last week, in fact, and we had a pleasant time. The cafe had corn chowder today, so I was able to have soup for lunch. It was somewhat soothing. I actually bought a book, too--"The Navigator's Children," the final volume in Tad Williams' latest monster saga, The Last King of Osten Ard. It is 700 pages long. And that's after he split it off from what was to be the final volume, because that book, too, had become too long. How CAN some people write so much! I'm jealous. It will probably take me as long to read it as it took him to write it. Madame commented that the print was too small, and it is. It's one of our little jokes that we no longer buy books whose print is below a certain size. I'm not sure reading it will be a joy, because at this point the cast of characters has become so large and the plot so complicated that it will take work to keep track of it all. But having plowed my way through The Witchwood Crown, Empire of Grass, and Into the Narrowdark, i really want to know how it all turns out. I know I'll be disappointed come what may, because I will never forgive the author for killing Simon Silverlock's son. Alas.
Once I got home, I determined that I was not going to do one thing more for the rest of the day, and I didn't. The Sparrowhawk got us some more of that good Chinese takeout, because I couldn't face any more cooking. Looking forward to a better day tomorrow . . . .
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Date: 2024-11-14 02:25 pm (UTC)