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Monday, September 27, 2004 |
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Gunter rules  Xena  2:56:50 PM  comment []
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Weird afternoon. One of those in-between-seasons days where the angle of light is suddenly unfamiliar and the wind is just high enough to use the loose siding like a reed and the whole house becomes a kind of scary clarinet. The tubular wind chimes in the alcove strike unpleasant chords, and I'm increasingly disoriented. Probably it's less because of the time of year than because I actually seem to be coming down with something. I'm almost never sick, so this catches me by surprise. Wretched sore throat, lengthening bouts of dry coughing, puffy eyelids, occasional feeble dizziness. No fever. Just walking in circles trying to do my day's work but not remembering what it was, and then lying down. Yesterday my friend helped me clean and fence off areas for some animals I'll be pet-sitting until the end of the month. Gunter, the 65-pound sulcata tortoise, is now ensconced in the (well-fortified) greenhouse. Two tarantulas have the run of the dining room table (within the limits of their respective glass boxes). And Ranger, the enormous Rottweiler-Lab mix, is staying in what was in a previous incarnation an emu pen; my friend and I cleaned out the little building in there yesterday, forking up and hauling out dust-dry emu poop and straw. So I wonder whether I've caught some weird bird-breeder's disease. Too, I remember the teller at my bank last Thursday rasping to me that she was fighting walking pneumonia (as she counted out my cash). I'll just keep knocking back the tinctures and see what happens. If nothing else, the alcohol should improve my outlook a little. 1:55:44 PM comment []
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