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My cough – which is still hanging on despite my best efforts – has reached an non-productive stage. In medical terms, it means that I’m not bringing anything up – but it kinda sounds lazy to me.

“Get to work, you cough! Quit your lolly-gagging!”

Granted, it’s been busy this week and could use a break – but why not just be done instead of coming into work and then just sitting there?

“Take a vacation, cough, you’ve earned it,”

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Jim suggested that I take some vitamin C and some echinacea. The vitamin C was easy – we had that in pill form – but didn’t have any echinacea. But, he had some growing in his garden – it’s also know as the coneflower. I asked if I could just eat a blossom and he looked at me oddly. We debated this for a bit and it boiled down to:

1. I figured fresher was better
2. Jim feared that I would get started and would eat my way through his garden like a goat. Also, he decided that the flower was the size of a muffin. Which didn’t seem like a problem to me.

In the end, he agreed to let me eat a few leaves and a few petals.

They kinda tasted like grass and I don’t know that I felt any different. He also pointed out that when his dogs eat grass, they throw up. I didn’t, but maybe I didn’t eat enough. I mean, not enough to feel any difference. The goal was NOT to throw up.
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This evening, I’m rocking the cough drops and noticed the wrapper has the word Suppressant on it. Which is not unusual since that’s its… you know… job.

Except that the wrapper was wrinkled and I instead saw, Suppressa.

Which sounds like a Disney villain. Or a dominatrix.

“You’ve been a very naughty cough. Mistress Suppressa needs to put you in you place,”

[insert the crack of a whip]

And what this is REALLY telling me – and I hope that you agree – is that I very clearly need to get more rest.

I’m at that delightful stage of my summer cold where I’m coughing up interesting things. In colors not found in nature. Things of substance.

A few of these items decided they were ready to be expelled from my lungs this morning.

While I was driving.

I figured it was better to set them free into the world than try to keep them back. By the time I got to work, I had filled a convenient napkin in my car with things that were unspeakable. And chunky.

I’m better this evening. Still coughing things up, but it’s better in a variety of ways. The colors are muted and the content is less substantial. Hurts more, though.

And everything tastes terrible and the same. Except for the cough medicine. Which is orange colored – but, sadly, not orange flavored.

I hate summer colds. I hate winter colds too, but those you can just chalk up to the general misery of an ohio winter. Might as well stay inside and sneeze when the snow is on the ground 4 feet deep.

So, I’m trying to take it easy. And I say “trying”, because I’m not good at it. Even when I was sick enough on Wednesday to actually take a day off, I only slept part of the time and actually got online and did some work. I really need to find a book on how to relax properly ’cause I’m not very good at it. Or maybe a book-on-mp3 that I can listen to while I’m mowing.

Wait…

Never mind.

Time for another dose of orange-colored-not-orange-flavored cold medicine.

It started with a tickle in the back of my throat. Like I’d tried to eat a tree and got a twig caught. Since I hadn’t even been near a tree, it meant that I was getting sick.

This was last night and I just called the court’s office and found out I wasn’t on call for jury duty for today. Which was great – I could take the day off and get some rest. And use up one of my 1,000 plus sick days.

Except that I had a meeting.

With the new president for the university.

“Sorry, can’t have lunch with you today. I’ve gone and caught a sniffle,”

Nope.

I woke up this morning with a fever, massive headache, and a cough. The twig was gone – replaced by a general sandpaper feel. Progress!

I dosed myself with some dayquil and headed into the office. Just before lunch, I dosed myself again and had a cough drop. I also marinated myself with hand-sanitizer.

The plan was to keep from coughing and stay externally germ free – it wouldn’t do to get him sick.

I’m part of a committee on campus and this was why we’d been invited to lunch in his office.

I was expecting a boxed lunch but this was an amazing salad and a generous slice of chocolate cake. On real dishes and with real silverware. It was a little surprising, but very nice.

And the new president is great. He was personable, interested in what we had to say, and had a good sense of humor. I think he’s still a little overwhelmed at the new job, but making the best of it and working towards some well thought out goals.

We were there for about an hour and I only coughed once, into my sleeve.

We thanked him for lunch, had a short debrief session outside, and went back to the office. I checked in, answered a couple emails – and then the cold hit me hard and I went home for the rest of the day.

I didn’t quite nap – wasn’t sick enough to do that – so I just lay in bed, wide awake, and grumpy.

Thunder(cat) hopped up on the bed for a short visit, but didn’t stay long.

I got up and puttered around the house and felt a little better after I ate dinner. Still sick – but already on the mend.

I think I may reached a new low point in my life.

I went for a run today after work and I had on this gear:

1. A fitted baseball cap, worn backwards
2. A sleeveless shirt with an abstract design
3. “long” shorts. (yes, I know, I know)
4. Overly bright and colorful sneakers
5. Sunglasess and headphones.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror…

No, that’s a lie. I stopped to flex in the mirror.

…and I realized I was dressed – from head to toe – like a ‘bro’.

Or maybe even a ‘brah’.

So, I took a selfie just to be sure and yes, I was a ‘brah’.

I have included the photo as a proclamation of my shame.

The run went okay. I was slightly slower than usual – better breathing, but sore all over. I think I’ll try to keep up with it.

Jim got me a treat at World Market recently – a dark chocolate bar flavored with wasabi and ginger. And, as it turned out, habanero pepper.

Now, I’m a big fan of dark chocolate. Well, chocolate in general. And I really like wasabi and ginger. Sounded good on paper.

I cracked it open and had a piece. The flavor was mostly chocolate with some ginger – and the wasabi didn’t kick in until it was nearly gone. Good, I thought, but not the best thing to ever happen to chocolate.

Jim doesn’t like wasabi or ginger, but asked for a piece anyway.

He tried a tiny bite and…

I thought he was going to die.

He had a terrible look on his face and was so disgusted that he was sputtering. He ran to the fridge to get something to drink – loudly declaring that it was the worst thing he’d ever tasted.

It took him about 10 minutes to get settled down again – meanwhile, I calmly ate the rest of the bar.

Because I’m a bad ass.

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Yesterday, I fired up google maps and plotted a running route near my house and the park for 1.5 miles. I ran cross-county in middle school – and was terrible at it – but figured my swimming would bolster my lack of recent running experience.

After work, I went home and changed into running gear and put on my headphones.

And went for a run.

The route was simple – just a big loop – and the terrain wasn’t challenging. As I was going along, I made a mental note to figure out…

“WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!?!?! IT’S ALMOST 100 DEGREES OUT WITH 99% HUMIDITY! I COULD DIE OUT HERE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?”

I walked a few times, but not as many as I expected. And I was tired when I got home, but not destroyed. After a cool shower, I was ready to go on with the rest of my day.

16 minutes and 20 seconds was my time for 1.5 miles. Not great, I guess, but not terrible. And not bad for just getting started.

I’ll swim today at lunch and maybe run again tomorrow.

Because I’m a bad ass.

Honestly, why do I have to keep telling people that? Shouldn’t it be obvious by now?

[insert overly dramatic sigh here]

I’ve got a game on my computer called Terraira. It’s a bit like a 2D minecraft with more monsters. It also has other characters/merchants that will hang around your house – if you provide housing for them.

The bare minimum housing consists of a dirt floor, 3 dirt walls, a wooden door, 1 table, 1 chair, and one light source. And a certain amount of square footage. So that’s what I built. The bare minimum for human habitation. As a quirk of the gameplay, I also had it set so that I could navigate around – but they didn’t know how to move past the platforms. And were thus trapped once they were assigned to their housing unit.

I was a virtual slumlord.

And – despite this being just a game – I started to feel bad when they tried to go outside and were trapped. The frantic opening and closing of the doors in their… well, let’s just call it like it is… hovels, started to get to me.

So, I built a new condominium complex for them. Sturdy stone walls, multiple exits, windows, multiple light sources, potted plants, banners, and paintings.

And then I razed the old dirt buildings and put in a park.

I think this says something good about me – but it also says some strange things too.

Anyway, I’m off to pick out wallpaper and paint. Those stone walls are looking a little drab…

I rarely take days off. I mean, like, hardly ever. I’m not much of a traveler and all the work is waiting for me when I get back – so if it’s a work-day, I’m usually at work.

The stress this past week had really been getting to me and I decided that I needed a break. So, I took Thursday off.

And it was really nice.

I played video games when I got up. Had some breakfast. Then went to the passport office to turn in my application. I was sweating bullets that I’d screwed something up – but I got everything turned in and the fees paid.

I watched a terrible movie – Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters – and had lunch with Jim’s puppies outside.

I did a little yardwork in my yard – and then headed back over to Jim’s to do some work in his yard.

The winter was rough on his rose bushes and he lost most of them. He got them cut down and moved out of the way, but there were too many to put in trash can at once. He’s been working on them every week – but since I had plenty of time on my hands I decided to lend him a hand while he was at work.

Took me about an hour and a half or so and I got a small blister from using the clippers – even wearing gloves – but I got everything cut into small pieces and loaded into the trashcan. I didn’t get scratched up at all – which was kind of amazing.

I went on home so that he would find the surprise and he told me later that he was putting the trashcan away and wondered why it was so heavy. And initially thought that they hadn’t taken his trash this week – and then noticed all the rose branches were gone.

I got an enthusiastic text message when he got home. 🙂  And he got out his mower right away to mow where the branches had been and the grass had grown up.

I think that may be one of my favorite things in the world – the pleasant surprise. And I think we need more of those.  It was a bit of work  – on my day off – but it was time well spent.

There’s a Subway within a reasonable walking distance from my house and I decided to walk there for dinner recently.

(everywhere – at least on the same continent – is within walking distance. If you have the time – it’s just not always a reasonable thing to do.)

We got there and went up to the counter where a complete mess of a woman was shouting at the folks behind the counter.

Now, I believe I may have mentioned my number-one rule at some point:

“Don’t f*#K with crazy people”

My natural inclination would have been to turn right around and walk right on out of there and find a different restaurant. Anyone that thinks it is appropriate to yell at someone working at subway is – by definition – crazy. Or at the very least, a jackass. But we were on foot and that changes things.

Essentially, the woman was complaining that they threw out her pizza when she walked away and left the store – even though her boyfriend was RIGHT THERE. The folks at subway replied that it was their policy and they didn’t know that they were together or that he was going to pay for the pizza – or that he was saving her spot or something. The woman wanted to talk to the manager, but eventually settled down (a little) when she was told she was already talking to the manager. They re-made her pizza, she paid for it, and left – and the rest of us in line were embarrassed for the species.

Or maybe that was just me.

I had placed my order in the middle of this chaos and while they were toasting my sub, the next group came in. The woman at the lead freaked out when they reached for her chicken and asked that they change gloves if they had touched pork.

At that point, my eyes rolled so far back in my head that I could see what I was thinking. And it was dark in there.  So dark…

IF the gloves had touched pork? Are you kidding me? It’s Subway. The air is laden with pork. Bacon, ham, salami. There is nothing in that restaurant that hasn’t had some kind of contact with “pork-air”.

It’s like going in a candy factory with an allergy to nuts and demanding that everyone remove everything that has touched a peanut.

Except that a peanut allergy can kill a person. Contact with unauthorized pork will, I dunno, upset God?

I guess that’s what it was about – some unspecified religious rule.

And it was a HUGE deal. There were knives swapped out, multiple sets of fresh gloves, special bread, a kind of waxed paper ballet – just a great honking pile of chaos.

Now, there was a stray piece of onion in the black olives and I could have made a case about that since my hatred of onions is very nearly a religion, but I kept my peace in the interest of getting on with my life.  I did smite some people in my head, but that doesn’t count.

We got our subs and ate at the table near the door – in case we needed to make a quick break.

As we were leaving, we asked the crew there if it was always like that – and they said it was.  With a kind of laugh of broken dreams and despair.

Which makes a good case to never go back there again – but also makes me wonder, again, about people. There is a lot of good in the world, but some folks seem determined to add to the general misery.

[insert head shaking here]

As a side note, the subs were good.  And I had bacon on mine.

I didn’t have the delivery crew take the old mattress and box springs away since Jim wanted them – the mattress in his spare room was even worse than mine. So, instead, I just moved it to my library…

Yes, I have a library in my house.

And there they sat – waiting on the use of a friend’s truck to move them over to his house.

Earlier this week, the friend and said truck were available to help move the mattress – provided that we help move a dresser into their house.

Except it wasn’t just a dresser. It was a dresser and a sideboard. Each weighed about 800 thousand pounds (okay, okay, it was more like 700 thousand pounds. Each.) The sideboard needed to go into the kitchen – and the dresser needed to go on the second floor.

We got the sideboard into the kitchen and since I’m the most limber of the group and stronger than I look, I took the lead up the stairs with the dresser.

And then the dresser got stuck.

We maneuvered it around a bit and got an allen wrench to remove the feet. I was working on that – stopping only briefly to let the cat out of the upstairs bathroom – and finally got those off. We got it up the stairs and into the bathroom and then into the bedroom.

When we got back downstairs, it was decided that the sideboard really did need to go in the front hall. So, we maneuvered it back there and took a break for some water.

And by this point, it was raining so hard that we couldn’t move the mattress.

[insert the sound of crickets chirping]

So, a project for another day.

I am sleeping a bit better on my mattress – I guess – but I’m still not 100%. Hasn’t slowed me down – I still swam 3/4 of a mile today and did a couple mile walk this evening.

Maybe not as spry as a 20 year old, but not to shabby.