Let's see, Thor's a thunder god, a god of fertility, he likes mead, his chariot is drawn by two goats--clearly you need to go eat some goat curry, then go to a rousing party and get laid.

Well, I do have curry in the crock pot (chicken, alas), rousing party...ummm...I guess crawling in bed after work doesn't count, and get laid...I wish.

Oh well. I shall wallow.

The Norse gods don't actually do a lot of intervening, but it's always advisable to send a good thought out to the relevant deity if involved in something in their bailiwick. A couple of amulets, etc. The priests take care of the big stuff.

I like the pagan deities, they're not as hand-holdy but they're generally good for bitching with.

I'm willing to sacrfice whatever it takes to whomever. Well anything in the house that isn't Penny or myself. Because the chills and a slight fever are making a very unwelcome encore appearance.

It's like sitting through the fifth FAREWELL Tour of some band (that swears they are retiring honest to god, but really only until next year when they do another tour) OR listening to the "Greatest hits" album on repeat of a band that had 1 actual hit and it was a god awful earworm of a song like Call Me Maybe.

Plus tomorrow is trash day so I have to go back out in the motherfucking cold and 1) dig out a spot for the trash and recycling and 2) dig out the trash can and 3) drag it all to the side of the road.

At least it's warmer than it was earlier it now feels like 1 instead of feels like -3.

The icky has taken up residence in my chest. Walking to the kitchen is fricking marathon. I pulled out my nebulizer 9 ny to realize that I'm either out of the neb meds or I have hidden them from myself. A very sweet friend who has an asthmatic daughter is on her way to the rescue. So thankful.

Now I'm just trying to store up enough energy to be able to answer the door when she gets here.

Get-well~ma to all the folks with ick. This seems to be a rotten year for it.

What Sail said. I hope everyone feels better soon.

Baby H seems to be doing better today. He's eating and so far all of his tests have come back negative.

I could use some test~ma for myself today if there is any to spare.

More ~ma to Baby H

I woke up this morning feeling great. I hopped in the shower with a plan to go into the office today to get my annual review over with. Between getting out of the shower and getting dressed, my body decided that feeling like shit was a much better idea.

Coughng up my lungs is freaking exhausting. The revised plan for the day is work a couple of hours, rest an hour, lather, rinse, repeat. I have too much to do to not work.

Is Baby H one of the twins whose mom was nearly stuck because of the blizzard? All sorts of ~ma to him and his family.

And, because it's an infinitely renewable resource, ~ma in abundance to you too, sj.

And also ~ma to Suzi's lungs.

It's time for the free birthday dinner for me at Hubby's favorite restaurant. A Brazilian bring-on-the-meat buffet place which I enjoy, but a huge part of the enjoyment was watching Hubby enjoy it. I want to use my birthday dinner, but I really don't want to burst into tears every ten minutes or explain why he's not there. Maybe I'll use the free meal at the Salt Lake store, not the local one. I've been avoiding the city, and I have vacation coming at the end of the month. There's a big horse I've been wanting to get back on, anyway.