Well, dear readers, it is going on day six of the crud, whatever it is. Let me say that one more time: Day SIX. Damn them, damn them all to HELL. I am quite ready to be done with it and to feel better and frankly, I am quite ready to be done with June, and it’s a good thing since June is through busting out all over and tomorrow is July, and it is my fervent hope and prayer that July will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. All of that and even more good things for all. I’m getting antsy being in the house for five going on six days straight. I got a little over twelve hours of sleep and did not arise until two in the afternoon. I felt congested but a bit better until, that is, the coughing jag began and continued for almost an hour, effectively pulling every muscle in my stomach. Not fun. I thought some good chicken soup would be good, so I ordered some from Art’s Deli – it’s one of two things they do well. Oops. Not anymore. This soup tasted like dishwater – just disgusting. I took three sips and threw it out. I got a complete refund, but I was sick to my stomach, so I didn’t order anything until later in the evening. Then I finished entering proofer two’s fixes – I think I did most of them – passed on a few and four little things to run by Muse Margaret. I hope to talk to her today and then I can do or not do those. Once those are done, I have to do some global searches to fix a few things, and then I can send it back to the two proofers for their final look-see until I have a galley and that will be the final go-through. I got some Taco Bell for food – just a chicken quesadilla without the chicken and a crunchy taco. It arrived quickly and was mediocre. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish and knew there was no way I could concentrate on a movie, so I watched a lot of Penn and Teller Fool Us, a few irritating videos, an amusing video from the Annie tour in the 90s where the whole thing was a close-up on the guitar/banjo player’s instruments. Five minutes of that was more than enough. Then I played on the Internet and here we are, pre-Ny-Quil and gargling and whatnot.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll hopefully feel better, I’ll talk to Muse Margaret, I’ll do the globals and get the manuscript back to the proofers, I’ll probably go to the mail place if the important envelopes are there – just a quick in and out – and then right back home. I’m hoping blurbs will be coming soon, but I don’t want to rush them. At some point, I’ll eat something that I can tolerate, I’ll choose the rest of the songs and get music to everyone, including our musical director, and then I’ll watch, lisen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I will have to do some banking but that will be it. The rest of the week is hopefully feeling better and being done with this crud once and for all, hopefully announcing the Kritzerland show once we’re live, and doing whatever else needs doing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, hopefully feel better, converse with Muse Margaret, send the manuscript back to the proofers, hopefully pick up two important envelopes, eat, hope for blurbs, choose songs, get music to everyone, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your cures and remedies for colds and crud? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping the crud is almost out of me and that I’m on the road to wellness.