Saturday: Great start, miserable finish.

[elfs]

Feb 2: Ballard Docks

Saturday morning, I woke early and took Kouryou-chan to an early rehearsal. She seemed up for it, and as we drove to the show she said, "I know my lines all the way through scene 5. I won't need my script at all!" We were a little late, getting stopped on the Ballard Bridge, which gave me an opportunity to shoot this photograph.

After dropping her off, I found a quite cafe' with "free wifi" (which just sucked; upload rates were tragic) but it was enough to finish proofing Decadence in December and get the whole set ready for uploading. I had to wait to do the actual uploading until I got home. The coffee was okay (Tully's, rather than Starbucks) but you can really tell when you're in a dubious part of town; the coffee shop was in that transition zone between the marine industrial and the northern residential; a place that used to have lots of hookers, and the door to the bathroom at the coffee shop has a lock and a "For customers only" sign on it. The one down in Greenlake has much better seating, lighting, and no such warnings.

Burien Dad & Daughters Dance

I picked up Kouryou-chan and headed back home. I started to feel a scratch in the back of my throat, and my sinuses started to fill up. It wasn't too bad at 5:30, when I was scheduled to take the girls to the Burien Annual Valentine's Dad & Daughters Dance, which was such a silly exercise in civil community, but it was still fun. I got to meet some of the other men in my community, and the girls immediately formed their own little cliques and groups. Yamaraashi-chan's best friend showed up, and they had a good time. It was blissfully short, 90 minutes or so, and they took the lame Polaroid, and had cookies and punch, and played the Hokey-Pokey and limbo and the Macarena. I wore my kilt; the looks from others were fun, especially one little girl who engaged her father in a very serious discussion of it.

But I couldn't deny, halfway through the dance, that I was getting sick. I was coming down with Omaha's cold.

I had had a date scheduled that night. Something far more vigorous. Something that involved ropes and pullies and hoods and a beautiful young woman, who I had to call and sadly tell her that I was cancelling. I downed pseudephedrine and ibuprophen and fexofenadine, and nothing held the aches and runny nose and all that at bay. I tried flushing my sinuses, and that didn't help. I begged Omaha to take on the responsibility of watering the cat, and went to bed early.

Comments

[woggie.livejournal.com]

I've been fighting off getting sick also. I've been dosing myself with around 3,000mg of C at one dose whenever I feel like my throat is doing something naughty. So far I've found the ick backs off for several days before threatening again, if necessary.

Also, dressing warm and sleeping as much as I need to with no alarm clock to wake me helps. No ick yet.

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Lucky you. It nailed me most of Sunday. *Sigh*.