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.
One Evening On Kansas II
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