thanksgiving
Nov. 23rd, 2006 04:05 pm"I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
each misleading sign." - Poi Dog Pondering "Thanksgiving"
The virus in my throat makes proper enjoyment of food impossible. I swallow the first bite with a wince. The later bites only become tolerable as my threshold of pain increases to the point where I can't feel anything. The food tastes good, but my usual sprint for seconds is replaced by a suspicious glare at the food.
Mind you this is nothing really to complain about. I don't have a fever. I'm sleeping well. And other than taking sustenance and trying to talk above a low conversational tone my throat is trouble free. Even the throat thing has been worse...
( 1984 )
This afternoon I'm drinking lots of tea and formatting some more books for the ebook. Later I might have some eggnog with rum. :)
each misleading sign." - Poi Dog Pondering "Thanksgiving"
The virus in my throat makes proper enjoyment of food impossible. I swallow the first bite with a wince. The later bites only become tolerable as my threshold of pain increases to the point where I can't feel anything. The food tastes good, but my usual sprint for seconds is replaced by a suspicious glare at the food.
Mind you this is nothing really to complain about. I don't have a fever. I'm sleeping well. And other than taking sustenance and trying to talk above a low conversational tone my throat is trouble free. Even the throat thing has been worse...
( 1984 )
This afternoon I'm drinking lots of tea and formatting some more books for the ebook. Later I might have some eggnog with rum. :)