After some weeks of mental hopscotch and febrile free-thinkery, I may be ready for the attentions of medical professionals, which is doomed to fail hilariously, and will be completely ready to start a new project within days. Coincidentally, a box arrived from precincts most northern and Georg-related, filled with beautiful yarns. I’ve cast on a new cat blanket and I’m fixin’ to knit up comfort for companionless felines. Yee haw!

As I said, if my lungs still hurt tomorrow night, I’m making a doctor appointment. That never ends well. I will encourage Pete to bring a video camera, because why should you miss out?

Today, the anti-hunger project at work concluded its donation phase. Tomorrow, co-workers on both sides of that river we never quit yapping about will ship me full boxes I will empty and sort. It’s a long story, but the ostensibly philanthropic bitches running this project feel free to sabotage it. How’s that for a personality profile? A little shaggy around the affect?

Anyway, I’m hoping to quit coughing soon and quit doubling over soon and quit knitting with my eyes closed soon. I’m hoping to snap on rubber gloves and sort boxes and put that behind us soon. Dudes, I’ve been sick for three weeks and I’m sick of being sick.

Someone please ship me an immune system!