Feeling... Off
No coughing or sneezing, nor sounds of overt congestion nor anything gastric, but I've had a bit of a headache, some other vague pains, feeling vaguely out of breath and generally ready to take a general cold med, put a large glass of iced water on the headboard shelf (a nearly cat-proof spot) and read until I drop off to sleep. Nothing like what Tammy went through, nor, it seems, even as much as Darren has, but I've been dragging conspicuously even for a Monday
So... I believe that bedward plan's what I'm going to do.
Here's hoping for a more pleasant tomorrow.
Comments
H: I'm sure reams of pop cultural and literary analysis have been done on The Stand, but I was surprised how long it was into the process before I stopped to wonder why everyone was in North America, wondering if Europe, Asia, Australia, etc. each had their own Mother Abigail and Randall Flagg types to rally 'round.
But, yeah, putting myself in that situation I kept wondering if there was a None of the Above possibility, or if either the dreams would drive one mad until he responded by setting out for Colorado or Vegas, or if God & the Devil had simply stacked the deck by only letting those survive who would answer one of the calls.
As for my own early morning wakeup routine...well, it's nothing to post to the web about, save that's it's also annoying to me.
Oh well...