Yesterday was a long, mostly-unpleasant day. I had to go into work; we didn't have anyone to fill in without cutting into mission-critical activities. (How's that for cryptic?)
Conversely, my primary goal was to supervise riggers. Had plenty of secondary stuff but none of it superhigh priority. It was a good crew; what they needed, mostly, was gates unlocked and the occasional consultation on what next.
So I spent nearly the entire day bundled up and inert. Felt better at noon and went to the supermarket for peanut better and crackers, which turned out to be a bad idea.
By the end of the day, I was miserable again and the roads were a mess. I had been thinking of visiting the instant-doc but decided I only had enough energy to get home.
...And that, as it turned out, was a near thing. Crawled into bed at 5:30 pm in layers of pajamage, turned the electric blanket on, and slept until about a half-hour ago. 12 hours, more or less.
I still don't feel too hot. (Which is funny, since a quick check has me at 101°F) As in there is no comfortable position and I keep walking into walls. At present, the outside temperature is 1°F before wind chill. It's supposed to hit 14 later today and perhaps by then I'll feel good enough to go to the doc. The roads are frozen solid; yesterday's snow (and snow-melt on the major roads) is today's low-friction surface; Tam's Z-3 with its summertime slicks cannot even be considered. So it's my old Hyundai Accent and given its quirks and foibles, that means me at the wheel.
INDIANAPOLIS HAMFEST, 2015
1 month ago