This is a very weird sickness. Off and on, in a matter of minutes sometimes. I feel fine! Whee! Up to make a cup of tea! And whump. Ick again. Quite, quite annoying. But I’m resting. Really, I am.
I just have to say quickly: There’s a certain type of motorbike, and I’m not sure which kind, that makes a noise when it’s alone on the freeway in the middle of the night that sound JUST like the disaster sirens that are placed throughout the city. At four in the morning, I woke last night, listening to the long whoop and fall of what I thought was the siren and thought, oh, hell. What a disheartening sound. Nuclear attack? Biohazard spill? The end of the world as we know it? Nope, a motorcycle. The relief is great. But the heartbeat is not easily slowed. And I’m not even a very Worried Person.
Now, a bath. I’m having the laziest vacation in the history of the world. (Then I have get up and go to a union meeting/salary vote at work — that bites, does it not? A raise is a good idea, but today? Sheesh. But at least I don’t have to wear a uniform. I don’t even know where my uniform is, for that matter.)
But I’m watching Miyazaki tonight (my first) at Lala’s brother’s house (he’s married to the sweetest nicest girl that has ever lived, by the way. Seriously. You have no idea.) And knitting. Lots of knitting. (I just typed lot’s of knitting. The horror!)
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