I'm afraid that I am getting sick. I woke up in the middle of the night with a somewhat swollen, slightly sore throat and keep having that feeling like I might puke in the near future. I am downing the zinc tablets and colloidal silver to dry to beat this thing before it can really take hold of me. This is not a good week for me to get sick. My partner supervisor is on vacation this week, so I'm running two departments.
The weekend was good. For once I spread the house cleaning duties over both days. It seemed like less work that way, so I may do it like that from now on. Saturday night I went to a taco party at R's house, and had a good time. The food was good and the company was great, as it always is at R's place. Sunday night was the editorial meeting with the poetry group. We are finally done reading submissions. Hooray for that. It's a double-edged sword- It's a lot of work but I do enjoy it.
The rest of the weekend was napping and watching old movies on TCM. One of particular interest that I watched was Harold And Maude, which I had not seen before. It was king of bizarre, but I liked it. It is about a rich, very young man and a bohemian, much older lady who become friends and fall in love. She dies in the end. I took down the tree and Christmas decorations while watching movies. That is always a melancholy time for me.
I talked to Billy Boy over the weekend. He will still be in California for a couple of weeks yet. He is doing well, and is enjoying the 70 degree weather that they are havng right now in San Diego. Damn him. We are supposed to get sub-zero temperatures in the next few days. Wonderful.
Well, I'd best get back to work for now. More later, maybe.