Sunday, July 30, 2006
What a Difference 11 Days Make
I have been sick, sick, sick as a dog for a week and a half. How the hell does someone catch a cold during a heat wave in the middle of July??? I swear, I am so weird sometimes. And by "sometimes," I mean "always."
During the different phases, many of which seemed quite similar to tuberculosis, I was still going to work each day, so my ass was dragging when I got home and I barely made it online. I'm way behind on reading journals and I'm definitely behind on writing.
But I still managed to have fun...
One night, we went to dinner with Richmond Michael, who of course is one of my favorite people in the universe. Having seen him only sporadically the last four years I'm looking forward to some quality Michael Time. Though I'm afraid Adrian wants to pounce upon him...
Somewhere in there I saw Arlington Michael for lunch, realizing only as I was dialing that I was calling him on the day his weekly paper goes to the publisher. Needless to say they were a little busy but they managed to wrap it up just in time for he and I to have a nice lunch.
We had a big family party with Adrian's family, and with a dozen little kids ranging in age from 2 to 8, plus a couple dozen adults speaking languages I don't know, combined with some good Southeast Asian karaoke, and Adrian counseling his 17-year old niece for 2 hours, it was a pretty wild time. I, of course, was exhausted with a slight fever by the time we left.
Andy and Terry threw a cookout for us with some of our old friends and some of their new ones. Much sangria was consumed, which I was sure would kill the germs associated with my cold, but all it did was push them south into my chest.
Somewhere in there, I slept. Not much, but I did. I spent a few nights sleeping in the Room of Many Colors so as not to make Adrian sick. Friday night I got up about 1am and went there because I was coughing and knew I'd keep him up. He showed up a couple hours later saying he missed me. Awwwwwwww. A couple hours after that, he went back to our bedroom because he wasn't sleeping. Could that have had anything to do with my snoring? Noooooooooo. Well, maybe.
We saw Angelo in there a couple times, and he and Josh and we went to dinner Saturday night at a new place (well, new to us) and then out for drinks.
Tonight I made pho. And it was GOOD. I know, because two Asian boys told me so. And they would know. And they would not lie. Trust me, if there was a chance to tell me they didn't like it, they would have. Well, one of them would have. And I ain't sayin' which one.
Now I'm off to sleep so I can spend Monday escorting a group of African military officers around DC, which should be pretty interesting. Some things are happening at work, of which I'll have to write. But not now.
During the different phases, many of which seemed quite similar to tuberculosis, I was still going to work each day, so my ass was dragging when I got home and I barely made it online. I'm way behind on reading journals and I'm definitely behind on writing.
But I still managed to have fun...
One night, we went to dinner with Richmond Michael, who of course is one of my favorite people in the universe. Having seen him only sporadically the last four years I'm looking forward to some quality Michael Time. Though I'm afraid Adrian wants to pounce upon him...
Somewhere in there I saw Arlington Michael for lunch, realizing only as I was dialing that I was calling him on the day his weekly paper goes to the publisher. Needless to say they were a little busy but they managed to wrap it up just in time for he and I to have a nice lunch.
We had a big family party with Adrian's family, and with a dozen little kids ranging in age from 2 to 8, plus a couple dozen adults speaking languages I don't know, combined with some good Southeast Asian karaoke, and Adrian counseling his 17-year old niece for 2 hours, it was a pretty wild time. I, of course, was exhausted with a slight fever by the time we left.
Andy and Terry threw a cookout for us with some of our old friends and some of their new ones. Much sangria was consumed, which I was sure would kill the germs associated with my cold, but all it did was push them south into my chest.
Somewhere in there, I slept. Not much, but I did. I spent a few nights sleeping in the Room of Many Colors so as not to make Adrian sick. Friday night I got up about 1am and went there because I was coughing and knew I'd keep him up. He showed up a couple hours later saying he missed me. Awwwwwwww. A couple hours after that, he went back to our bedroom because he wasn't sleeping. Could that have had anything to do with my snoring? Noooooooooo. Well, maybe.
We saw Angelo in there a couple times, and he and Josh and we went to dinner Saturday night at a new place (well, new to us) and then out for drinks.
Tonight I made pho. And it was GOOD. I know, because two Asian boys told me so. And they would know. And they would not lie. Trust me, if there was a chance to tell me they didn't like it, they would have. Well, one of them would have. And I ain't sayin' which one.
Now I'm off to sleep so I can spend Monday escorting a group of African military officers around DC, which should be pretty interesting. Some things are happening at work, of which I'll have to write. But not now.
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You have been busy. You need to let your body rest more so it can recover.
I love pho, do you happen to have a good receipe you can share?
I love pho, do you happen to have a good receipe you can share?
Will, I know you have been extremely busy and sick but there is something important I want to talk to you about. I'm really confused and hurt right now and I am at a loss as to what I should do. Email me please when you have the time. Thanks.
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