So… very strange coincidence this week.. two friends , a continent apart, who don’t know one another, both sent me pictures of bobcats in their back yards.
These first two shots are from my friend Tom in Canmore, Alberta.. This guy was in their back yard this week
This one is from my friend Mark’s back yard who lives in suburban Westchester Co. in NY…
What do I read in to this ? .. That I’ll be feline better tomorrow.. I hope..
I’m still sick..(gosh darn it) gotta sleep
nite all, nite sam
-me
I managed to stay mostly upright for an entire day after being laid out flat with flu the entire weekend.. I am feeling better.. but not yet fine.. I feel kinda washed out.. not much energy.. not much strength.. but also not much fever. Poor Diane.. I must have kept her awake all night again last night.. teeth chattering and coughing.. .. She got up once and got me another blanket to put on top of the down comforter and blanket I was already wrapped in..
She’s a wonderful nurse.. She’s taken care of all of us as we’ve gone through this flu..me, gabe matt, ian, Britt.. we’ve all had it.. .. Last night as I lay down to go to sleep, I heard everyone’s distinct coughs.. Did you ever notice how folks coughs are as distinctive as their voices ? ..
I woke today feeling like I’d burned though the worst of it.. I’ve felt pretty good all day.. but now that it’s getting dark, I feel the chills coming back on..
I want my money back on that flu shot…
another thing.. My sense of time has been burned out by this bug.. I sat in the same chair and worked for 9 hours today and only got up once.. and I didn’t even notice.. I was late to several meetings.. and I just looked up and it was after 7.. I thin my internal clock has been cooked ..
nite all.. nite Sam
-me
I’m finally semi-vertical again after another night and half a day of flu.. (@#$# flu shot) .. I went to bed about 11.. and next thing I new it was about 11AM.. I know I had a high fever.. I’d had wicked chills for part of the night.. . and for other part I was roasting.. My mind was in one of those weird dream states that only comes with a high fever.. I kind of like it.. I had swirls of family stuff. geek project stuff , work stuff.. and stuff from the books I’ve been reading mixing in to a strange kind of opera..
I woke with the sudden realization that the word iscessant and the word insouciant were evel twins of one another and were really the same word masquarading.. that feeling persisted until about 6 this evening when I actually sat down to wrte.. and realized that made no sense.
I managed to stay in bed until about 2.. which allowed me to read a new book cover to cover..(if that image is appropriate on an eReader).. it was ‘The Art of Racing in the Rain’ by Garth Stein.. I really enjoyed it . It a story of death, deceit. parenting and autoracing as told from the perspective and an old dog.. There were two major deaths in the story .. that kinda got me sobbing a bit. but overall very uplifting.
Last night I finished the book ‘Tinkers’ by Paul Harding.. I liked it.. though a little less than the other.. It was also about death.. at least 2 major ones.. told from one of the dying men’s perspective.. .. and earlier in the wek I finished ‘Old Filth’ by Jane Gardam.. also about folks dying.. again told from one of the soon to be deceaseds perspectives. I quite like that book as well
What happens, though. when I dive into a book, I get maybe too involved.. Not sure how to describe this.. but these past 4 and a half years.. since Sam died I’ve had to work very hard on piecing back my sanity.. I’m not all there.. but getting there.. When I read.. I feel some of the ‘unhingedness’ taking hold and dragging me back down.. It’s the same reason I don’t watch movies or watch news or tv anymore. I didn’t really read a book for the first 3 years.. which was a change.. I usually am always working on 2 or 3 books.. It’s strange now that I’ve started.. not sure it’s good for me. I think I don’t have room in my head for other peoples stories.. especially if they are sad.. even a little bit sad.. And / the thing is.. I don’t read stuff that’s about happy people doing stuff.. I like reading books where nothing happens.. to lots of people..
Should I stop reading again ?
note all, nite sam
-me
I’m sick as a dog.. now .. where does that phase come from.. Most dogs I know are healthy as horses.. Now .. where does THAT come from.. ? I haven a ghost of a clue .. now where does that come from…search me.. now where does that come from.
Didn’t do much today because I was kinda glued ot the couch.. I got soem work done on a talk for later this week. did soem other work.. and finished a prototype of a musical instrument project I’m doing for freinds..
I was going to higher ground tonight.. but I wasn’t feeling anywhere close to good enough to go..
I think I’m hallucinating now.. my eyes feel like they’re sunk down way in my head.. and everyone’s voice is in slow motion. .. I have a high fever and I’m shaking.. Believe it or not.. I kinda like nights like this on is goin to be.. there sort of a journey..
Never sure whom you’ll meet..
But I’m going to go see now.. .. I i have wicked bad chills.. and need to get some covers on..
hopefully better tomorrow..
nite all, nite sam…
-me