One of the great things about feeling better is that I can catch up on things on which I’ve fallen behind.
One of the bad things about feeling better is that I feel guilty about not yet having caught up on everything. So I’m feeling a bit pressed tonight and haven’t a bundle of thoughts to share with you, Gentle Reader. I promise I shall have to more to say on the morrow.
To give you something to enjoy in the meantime, here is the funniest moment ever from my favorite British quiz/panel show, QI. If you haven’t watched before, I should perhaps give you an intro, but I bet you’ll figure out how it works. This clip is funny from start to finish, but the awesomest bit begins at 1:40.
If you’ve been reading this blog to monitor my health and the progress of my lingering cold/cough/lurgy, I have good news: I am feeling much, much better.
Yesterday was the first day in weeks that I felt I could go for a proper walk, beyond getting out for scheduled meetings and commitments — indeed, it was the first time in a while that I wanted to go for a walk. I chose not to do so, though. I’ve felt a bit better in the past, got myself up and out, and quickly destroyed the little bit of endurance and recovery I’d gained.
I’m sick again — well, I don’t think I stopped being sick, but I had been feeling better but am now not feeling better. All this staying out late to see Madonna and working long days and such has kept me from healing, I guess.
Maybe I just need more vegetables in my diet. For dinner I made pasta with sauteed spinach and goat cheese, topped by fried eggs. I forgot to take a picture, so here’s someone else’s photo of baby spinach.
Makes you feel healthier just looking at it, doesn’t it?
Today I also worked in bed, which was good and a bit less tiring than working at my desk. Tomorrow I’m heading out to Bakery Square for a Girl Develop It Pittsburgh workshop on version control with GitHub. No time like the present to get more serious about good process and version control, I say.
Apparently I’m going to be parcelling out my little thoughts about the Madonna show over a few days, thanks to schedule and tiredness and *whine whine whine*.
I enjoyed the show a lot, as a whole. I enjoyed the pagentry and skill and music and live-ness and being in the space and experiencing things with others who marveled at it with me. And more than that, which I’ll try to articulate better as I go. The tickets were pricey, but the money was well-spent.
I’d been sick off and on for a couple of weeks. By the end of last week my last bits of resistance failed, so finally I couldn’t ignore it any longer: I had to rest up and try to recover. I did a lot of sleeping, and when I was awake I stayed in bed.
My cats thought this was marvelous. How lovely to have a new nap companion! And one who, thanks to a low-running fever, was always toasty warm to snuggle up to. Continue reading “…In bed”