And… back to life

Well today was fun. I’m on day 5 of my cold, and feeling a tad better, but only a tad. But my friend is coming down with it, so I had to go out and walk all the way to the covered parking lot where his car is and get out the snow shovel, then walk all the way back — this is over snow and slush and some ice, down and then back up a hill — to my car, and dig it out. Fortunately the sun was out and it had warmed up to about 30 degrees from 0 this morning, and the snow was mostly of the light and fluffy variety, but that was still quite a workout. And when I got back not a half hour later the other manifestation of this virus or whatever it is hit me, and I spent a lot of time in the bathroom. But I think the worst of that has passed… Anyway, I broke down and made a brandy-and-soda, and am about to watch Killer Klowns From Outer Space. Well it was that or Cherry 2000 and I passed my threshold for enduring Melanie Griffith’s high-pitched breathy voice sometime back in the 80s.

Later: oh God, the Eighties. That’s all I can think of to say about that. Just… the Eighties.