1) I think that I hate being sick. This is a no-brainer, really, but true nonetheless. I am the stereotypical wimpstick male when ill. I lament the weakness of my virus-violated frame while staring at a water glass not 7 inches out of my reach for minutes on end before finally breaking the magnified inertia to reach out, via Herculean effort, and grasp the object of my desire to slake a building fever thirst.
I fell ill on Sunday, and it is this weird cold that started about dead center of the bronchitis spots, where usually colds have to migrate to over a couple of painful weeks. A fever arrived in short order after, and it was a will-sapping shiver fest of a fever indeed. Until I looked at my thermometer and realized it only read 100.8. Betrayed by reality.
To be fair, this one was (and lingers a bit for an is today) kind of brutal to me. I broke out in a sweat I haven't encountered since the last time I tried to lie to my Mom so many years ago. Under a pile of blankets, feeling so cold it was as if the emptiness of the void were calling through my extremities, I woke from a fitful sleep to find...well, I thought I'd pissed the bed, actually. Fortunately for my dignity and the laundry I hadn't; I was merely experiencing the joy of quite literally dripping with sweat.
This is not the way to find the wet spot. Nor to make one. Fever is done, but man it would be nice to feel like I'd slept this week. On the plus side, I finished Punisher on Netflix at about 4am a couple days back.
2) I think I've been a ball of stress lately, which may have helped #1 up there happen. Selling an old house is a pain in the armpit.
The previous house was built in 1920, and as such, has a few dated features. We are on buyer #2, as the previous attempt fell apart like an overstuffed burrito supreme on the first bite, and was just as sloppy. They had a friend of the family do their home inspection, and their first time realtor just gave us the whole list of things that weren't just totally perfect and said "fix this stuff." That's...that's not how this works, gang.
Current buyer is asking for modernization updates out the wazoo, and waiting on estimates is only slightly less stressful than being tied to a bamboo cage while a live weasel slowly chews off an ear. I would love to not lose money selling a perfectly wonderful domicile to someone who wants to buy it. I would also not like to tote mortgage and utilities on a house I don't live in over the winter.
Still, I am glad we moved before marketing it. Beats the heck out of living in a hotel between closings like the bro and sis in law had to. They are made of sterner stuff perhaps than I.
3) I think the holidays approach, like the Death Star to Yavin 4. It seems that gift shopping has snuck up on me again, and it's time to find a day to get out there and launch torpedoes at the exhaust port of Christmas yet to come. I might also be ready for a certain movie release coming up. Maybe.
4) I think I enjoy a good movie. I've seen two very different films recently: the new Thor movie and Murder on the Orient Express. I enjoyed both for very different reasons. I have heard people poopoo and boohoo them, and that's fine for them. I liked 'em. So there.
It was, however, hard to get Little Danger to go to bed after Ragnarok, as he was running around the house with his foam Mjolnir blasting bad guys like crazy. I may have smiled. I may have thought about grabbing my Tony Stark shirt and blasting with him, but I was le tired.
5) I think my wallet is in trouble. Games Workshop has come back around to Necromunda, releasing new figures and weapons and an updated version of the game and...damn them. Damn them all.
So, Little Danger and I will spend some time I am sure going over the new stuff and playing games and I have to paint more and...well, I don't know if this is good or bad or both yet.
Time will tell if there are more adventures in the Underhive of Hive Primus for LD and I and friends...and if his dice still love him so very, very much. (He routinely slaughters my gangs despite my experience and his...interesting tactical choices.)
Well, there's my thinkin', amongst my coughin' and wheezin'. What do you think?
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