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Caught by the Weekend!

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Caught by the Weekend!

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Bobby and I had a really fun weekend. We went to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire on Saturday to see Albannach. On Sunday, we went to the Maryland Renaissance Festival to see the Medieaval Baebes. (And I got to meet fegie, who is now one of four online friends who can confirm that I really am a dorky twentysomething and not a dirty old man! ;)

Unfortunately, lots of successive early days and late nights left me tired, which is almost always an open invitation to a cold. And my immune system made good on its threats. Yesterday, around 1 PM, my tendency to sneeze a lot around this time of the year changed into sneezing incessantly (I might have sneezed 300 times yesterday if I sneezed once), and my throat felt like I'd swallowed a handful of killer bees. I remained in denial for, oh, roughly an hour before succumbing to the unfortunate realization that I was sick. I stayed at work till about 3:30, when my misery grew bad enough to threaten my ability to make the hour-long drive home.

I have to say that one of the good things about being married--happily married--is knowing that, when I got home, I could curl into a miserable ball and be taken care of. Bobby got me medicine straightaway and sent me to bed and made me a lovely (whiskey-spiked!) cup of honeyed tea for our nightly movie.

I stayed home today; Bobby was already scheduled off as well to wait for the Verizon Guy to fix our Internet, which--as of this morning--was still getting scary as soon as it got dark out. He tried something that will hopefully fix it but, well, we won't know till it gets dark out.

Because we had an unanticipated day off together, Bobby and I went to lunch and to the farm market. When I was a kid, I was not allowed to leave the house if I stayed home sick from school, and it still feels slightly rebellious to go out when I've stayed home sick from work.

Anyway, a lot of things are still up in the air right now. I have best intentions of posting the first of a two-part series for Haunted October this Friday, but I also have my final essay due for Modern Epic Fantasy, so it will depend on how well I do at finishing that. And there are emails/fannish obligations that haven't been getting my full attention because, well, I generally have fifteen minutes online at home before the Internet frizzles out, so I have to ration that time between numerous obligations. Last week, I reached the nadir of going to Panera Bread when I would have rather had Qdoba just because Panera has wi-fi, and I had a website to finish for an SCA event. Hopefully, the Verizon Guy fixed the problem with our Internet today, and life will get easier. In the next few weeks, I will be finished with all of my classes but one and keep reminding myself that I will then have plenty of time to spend on other tasks. However, I know myself and, as soon as that time is available, I will fill it with obligations and projects. It occurred to me the other day that I did the bulk of the work on the Consolidated Timelines for the First Age and then never finished the documentation of the project (read: the easy part).

It's really no wonder that I'm sick today.
  • Augh, feel better soon, you dirty old man. ;D
    • Thank you. A few IM conversations in which I convince young women that I am, in reality, a harmless 27-year-old who likes Elves and answers to "Dawn Felagund" should get me feeling better in a jiffy. ;)
  • Ick, feel better soon! Sounds like Bobby's a good man to have around when you get the lurgy.

    Were the Mediaeval Babes good? I have a couple of their CD's and have heard them in the background at an event, but never really properly.

    Edited at 2008-10-22 08:55 pm (UTC)
    • Thank you and, yes, he is! :^D

      The Medieaval Baebes were awesome! And ... they were selling their new CD at the festival before it is available elsewhere. *squee!* Are you familiar with their music? Regardless, I highly recommend the new album; Bobby and I have been playing it nearly non-stop for the past few days.
    • You edited your comment right as I posted my reply! ;)

      They are definitely worth hearing up close. For their second set, I skipped the joust to save seats and got us in the second row. (Hey, they are the Medieaval Baebes; I figured Bobby deserved a just reward for putting up with my almost exclusively male cast of Elves. ;)
  • Hope you feel better soon! I liked the whiskey-spiked honeyed tea idea...hmmm...

    As for the internet, I remember feeling so irritable when I was waiting for the DSL company to install connection to my apartment that I kept calling them. But then I gather that you have better impulse control than me. ;-)
  • Hope you soon feel better.
  • BTW I lurv your new Daeron icon!
  • Gah! Hope you get both the cold and the internet sorted soon...

    ...I could curl into a miserable ball and be taken care of.

    Good for Bobby!
  • When I was a kid, I was not allowed to leave the house if I stayed home sick from school, and it still feels slightly rebellious to go out when I've stayed home sick from work.

    If you were living in this country, going out somewhere if you've professed you're too sick to go to work is indeed a serious matter. The reason being a) they see it as lying to the company - if you can go out shopping, you could've gone feed your computer, or somesuch and b) if you've called in sick for work, your work's insurance technically still covers you during the time you would've worked. So if you go out and something happens to you there - a car accident, or an unlucky fall, or whatever - your normal insurance will say "nope, sorry, not our problem" - and the work insurance will go "now wait a second, why should we pay? if you'd fallen down the stairs at home while getting yourself a cuppa tea, sure, but if you go out to the market? You should've been in bed!". So in the worst case you could lose both the insurance and your job.

    I am assuming it doesn't work quite like that in the States though. (On the plus side, our workplaces do come up for the insurance as long as we stick to the rules....)

    That said: Get well soon!
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