Journal of a Cynic

couple a lame links and a brush-off


I woke this morning with a sore throat and a nagging little cough. I'm sick! Yay!

No, really. Yay! I'm not crazy. I've been rundown lately, and this is why. I'm pretty sure it's a case of allergies, brought on by the 80 degree weather. All Georgia is blooming and I'm unaccustomed to this warm, heavy air, sodden with pine fragrance and pollen. And the paper mill smell is back to give me a new headache each and every morning. I just love living downwind of Macon.

There's only one thing that smells like Macon, and that's Macon! What a cool website. What a great smoothie. It's a beautiful thing.

Oh, wait. That's Blimpie. My bad.

I spent today reading (Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott,) engraving one of my transcriptions of the Telemann flute fantasies, and redesigning the index page. Went over to Becky's for rotini and pasta sauce. And now I'm tired and going to bed. Tomorrow, for the first time since December, John and I both have the day off. I don't know what we'll do, but fuck if I'm going to waste it by not sleeping enough tonight.

I updated my page of linked journals. Go read some of those, have a good night, thanks for stopping by. Ta da.

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