Tegan had a blogpost, the title and the sole content of which was "Bleah". I can relate.
The daughter and I both are suffering our seasonal allergies. The ragweed count has been low, but the grass has been moderate, and three days ago, was high. More than anything, this affects the sleep. I might spend nine hours in bed, but the first hour I spend coughing. Then when I DO get up in the morning, I'm logy. Everything aches and the legs feel as though they weigh 1000 pounds apiece.
The wife was so concerned about the daughter that she took her to the doctor, who confirmed that it was allergies, not a cold, that she has been suffering from.
My work computer I've had to shut down at least once every single workday for the past week and a half. And Ctrl-Alt-Del doesn't work; I have to hard boot it. Seems to have something to do with Adobe.
At home, every time I go back to the computer, there is an "unresponsive script", even when I'm looking at something not very graphical, such as my Gmail. I seem to have downloaded an unauthorized version of Windows somehow; "You may be a victim of software counterfeiting," I'm told by my computer. I got a replacement printer, but it isn't recognized by the computer.
And I put air in the bike tire on Thursday, but by Sunday, it was flat; now I need to take it to the shop, because I don't know what's wrong.
The good thing about feeling lousy is that I get more work done in the office. I have to concentrate really hard on what I'm doing, lest I lose track, and the bottom line is that I'm more efficient because I'm necessarily more focused.
I'll miss choir rehearsal tonight, so I can attend this, but that's not all bad, since my throat's so scratchy, I can't sing a thing right now anyway.
So, bleah. Regular blogging will return tomorrow. Guaranteed, actually, since it's already done. Then Saturday's done in my head. Sunday, I answer questions.
This too shall pass.
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