I'm sorry for your, and the school's, loss.
We had a glorious day today, and drove around aimlessly for the first time in a long time. We saw mountains we'd forgotten were on the horizon they've been cloaked in fog and rain so long. We saw boggy fields full of tundra swans, still more dairy pastures converted to berry fields, and it seemed every tall singular tree bare of leaves bore an eagle in its branches.
What a delightful day.
I've known people for whom the e-cigs have been very effective when other quitting tactics haven't worked. But I hope the patches are just the thing for you and Joe, Aimee. OH! I need to email you something amusing. I will do that now.
Pix, that's awful; I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry PIx, losing a colleague is hard.
Harris and I became fast friends when I was teaching there way way back. At one point there were only about half a dozen male faculty or staff at the school and we were a pretty tight knit group. Harris was also an alum of one of my grad schools.
It's not going to be the same without him.
Pix and ND, I'm so sorry. It sucks, and I hope you can find some peace and strength.
Also, fuck cancer and the horse it rode in on.
Not to add to the bad news, but I have contracted a fever, which is the one thing I was praying would not happen.
When they told me I'd have to wait a week to see the doctor who can actually help me, I was fearful this would be the case.
I could REALLY use some good vibes.
The best possible outcome will be that the fever breaks in the night and I stay fever-free until Monday.
If I wake up in the night and am worse (so far it has not gone above 100.8), I will take a cab to the emergency room and figure out how to pay for it later.
This is the THIRD January that I have had some scary sickness and I'm fully _over_ it. I tell you what.
NO more Universe. I demand health.
Oh Bonny, best wishes to you. Go to the ER if you need to, and please keep us posted.
Pix and ND, my condolences for your loss.
bonny, please don't hesitate to go to the ER! It's scary to be ill when you're by yourself.
Pix and ND, I'm so sorry. That is awful and sad. Fuck cancer, indeed.
Dammit, bonny, I hate to hear that. Lots and lots of vibes heading your way.