Timelies all!
Back from Philcon. Unfortunately, Gary had to turn around and leave for a business trip. This is the third one in four weeks. Meanwhile, Mr. S is alternately being upset that daddy is gone, and being his usual rambunctious self. Sigh...
I went to Goodwill and bought three long-sleeved black t-shirts, which I'm pretty excited about.
I went and saw Murder on the Orient Express with my mom. It was okay. Glad to have seen it in a matinee at a theater with fancy recliners.
Another afternoon napped away. Stupid cold.
Stupid cold.
I spent last evening hunched over my stove, inhaling steam. It worked; I slept better last night than I did the previous three taking NyQuil.
I went to see Thor: Ragnarok with Lee this afternoon. On the way home, I saw a guy wearing a luchador mask who appeared to be imploring God to come down from the sky.
On the way home, I saw a guy wearing a luchador mask who appeared to be imploring God to come down from the sky.
How'd that work out for him?
Since I knew that Thor was otherwise occupied, I didn't stick around to find out if his summoning worked. I figured the odds were mighty smitey.
Lucky for me, not disrupting sleep. Avoiding more than painkillers because these days, most of the side effects are worse. My head is just a stingy, pressurized runny faucet. Hey, just like my heating system. Minus the stingy.