A LIGHTHEADEDNESS

Putting it into modern hippie terms, it's a 'cleanse'. Meaning that I haven't eaten since Sunday, and goldarn I feel spiritual. Wrecked by the flu too, but spiritual. And all this without the benefit of apple cider vinegar, turmeric, or that great therapeutic cure-all, marijuana.
I didn't go to my usual Tuesday lunch place yesterday, shan't be heading over to the chachanteng I go to every Wednesday either.


Yes, I did get all my shots.


Three of my coworkers didn't. All of them either got sick, or were in proximity to sick people for many hours. And they have goofy medical ideas, so I'm surprised they aren't dead yet.

I haven't smoked a pipe since the weekend either, and intellectually that bothers me more than realistically. It's something I just don't feel like doing at present.


PLus the temps outside right now are brutal.
Icebergs drifting perilously close.
Snowdrifts, frozen corpses.

I suppose I should shave today, my chin feels frowsty. Like a British living room after Old Roger has smoked all of his Havanas with the wife away. He really should have put on some sweaters and opened the window, the difference in temperatures would have gotten that pokey estate flat fresh in no time. Maybe she's in the hospital.
And not coming back this week.
Should have had her shots.
Flu, covid, distemper.


The weather at present is exactly the same as in England.
This does please me in the slightest.
Going back to bed now.



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