I’m feeling about a thousand percent better this week, so we might even see a little content generation around here. Stranger things have happened at sea, y’know.
Last week was just misery. Those of you who’ve been around TBGH for awhile are familiar with my ongoing insomnia. Long story short, I’m a morning person stuck in a night job. I’ve gotten so that I can get by on seven hours of sleep. I don’t like it, but I can do it. What was killing me last week was my reaction to the fluticasone; I’d get up feeling fairly OK, if a little tired, take my morning snort of meds, and within a half an hour I felt as if I hadn’t slept in about a week. Just completely drained of energy.
I had my annual check-up on Tuesday (turns out my prostate is right where it’s supposed to be), and I mentioned it to the doctor then. He said that it shouldn’t affect me that way, but to keep an eye on it. Well, by Thursday I was… if not suicidal, then not really in very good shape, let’s say. I called the doctor’s office, explained the situation, and got a new prescription. It’s not quite as effective in quieting my cough, I will say that. It works well enough, though, and I no longer feel like my head is gonna burst into flame if I have to make a life-or-death decision, like what I want for lunch. So that’s a bonus right there.
Also, apparently I’m a little vitamin B12 deficient. Nothing out of control, but it does need to be addressed. I began taking a supplement today, chalky little lumps of “cherry-flavored” nasty I’m supposed to stick under my tongue every day. Yay. Also, since alcohol interferes with the uptake of the vitamin, I’m gonna try drying out for awhile. Not that I’m some hand-over-fist boozer, mind you, but I am fond of a beverage or three after work. Well, that’s off the menu now, at least on weeknights. This will only be a good thing, of course, but old habits die hard. I am a little concerned that it might make falling asleep that much harder, but we’ll see what happens.
Why you’re not seeing anything new here: because frankly, I feel like I’ve been beaten with a large stick. Lack of quality sleep is draining my will to live, and my will to write along with it.
OK, that’s a little overly dramatic, but I’m really not at the top of my game these days. It’s really hard to think in any sort of useful way, which makes writing an even bigger exercise in futility than usual. As much as I hate this kind of placeholder post, I feel like I owe the two of you who bother to check in on me here an explanation.
I have developed a truly unpleasant braying cough that frightens the animals. My doctor says it’s due to post-nasal drip, which is surely one of the most unappealingly-named non-fatal maladies available. Whatever it is, it sucks. At the flower show this weekend, I was driven to my knees by one of the booths selling lilies. Hundreds of them. I felt like I was coughing up a lung. On a good day lilies only make me want to puke, which would have been a day at the fun fair by comparison.
So now I’m taking new meds. It’s supposed to take a couple of days before they really kick in. They’re sorta helping now; I’m down to half a bag of Ricola a day now, so I guess that’s an improvement. I still feel worn out all the time, and I’m crabby and cranky and oh so very easily irritated. That’s why I haven’t been posting – to spare y’all my puny bitchfests. You’re welcome.
I’ve been listening to Robert Fripp lately, his own work and things he produced. That and Brian Eno, which of course includes Fripp on guitar from time to time. (No Fripp & Eno – I’m not fond of ambient music. To me, ambient = entropy, which is not something to be encouraged. I could be wrong. Also, I’m sorta surprised to find that No Pussyfooting is out of print these days. That was supposed to be their defining album, wasn’t it?)
It’s interesting to see how much of Eno’s approach to recording – which was so far out in left field at the time that it was in another ballpark, on another continent, playing a completely different game altogether – have become commonplace now. Also worthy of note: Fripp’s first solo album, Exposure, now sounds like a trial run for some ideas and riffs that ended up on King Crimson’s Discipline album.
Lastly, I have been told that, at times, I look a bit like Fripp – usually when I’ve cut my hair quite short. I’d need to get some of those lovely round specs to pull it off, really, but I can see something of a resemblance. For whatever that might be worth.
Breaking News Update: I take a look at Trees over at TATSOL and see, if not a forest, then a pretty good album.
Ha! I slay myself!
So, we didn’t make it to the hockey game on Sunday. Neither of us was feeling particularly spunky.
This weekend it’s the Flower and Garden Show, which, honestly, is more Science Girl’s gig than mine. Just as the hockey thing is more my deal than hers. Valentine’s Day relationship tip: it’s just this sort of give and take that keeps our happy little home buzzing along like a beehive in summer. You can quote me on that. (If you do, though, try to make me sound smarter, OK?) And, y’know, there’s still another month left to the schedule, so maybe we can still squeeze in a game…
Also, Tony Bourdain vs. the Food Network. As Science Girl put it, “It’s like something you would have written”. I think maybe Tony and I have a few of the same influences. At any rate, yeah, he’s pretty much spot on.
Also also, there is a possibility of real live (junior league, but still) HOCKEY this weekend. Yay!
Sorry I sorta blew last week off. I was not feeling all that well & had a ton of work dropped in my lap to boot. I’m currently working on something large-ish for TATSOL, which should be ready sometime before the end of the week. I think.
In the meantime, I’d like to direct your attention to what I believe to be the only piece on music to run in the New York Times within the last three years that hasn’t made me want to throw the paper across the room. (Is it a coincidence that the author is not one of the Times’ own correspondents? Heh.) Anyway, huzzah for the return of soul!
Also: I saw a really great hockey game this weekend, Vancouver vs. Calgary in a fight for the number one position in the Northwest Conference. Whee! I know I’m supposed to pull for Vancouver, being as close as we are & all, but I truly do like those Flames. Their penalty-killers are so aggressive, Jarome Iginla is healthy again, and Mika Kiprusoff is just amazing in goal. (Plus, it's just fun to say Dion Phaneuf. Try it!)What a treat to see both Kiprusoff and the Canuck’s excellent goalie, Robert Luongo, in the same game. Thank the various gods for Hockey Night in Canada, even if I do turn the sound off for Coach’s Corner.
And if anyone wants to fly Science Girl and myself to Calgary, put us up for the night and give us tickets to see the Flames… why, that’d be swell. You just go right ahead and do that.
Added: WE FORGOT TO WATCH THE PUPPYBOWL! I can't believe it. That just harshed my mellow, for sure.
As for me… we’ve got some funky something or other in one of the ducts here at work. The one directly over my head, as a matter of fact. It’s been spewing toxic mystery spores all over me for months, and it’s now catching up with me: within fifteen to twenty minutes of sitting down at my desk, I experience headache, slight nausea and a low-grade fever.
I mentioned this to the woman who’s here during the day, and she said she gets the same thing, to a lesser degree. In the movies, this is where the mad scientist shouts "Eureka" or something. Off we went to see the boss, who (to her credit) took immediate action. The duct is now shut down, and will be cleaned (or at least examined) tomorrow afternoon.
Within 20 minutes of the heater being shut off, my symptoms subsided somewhat. Magic! I’m still not 100%, but at least I don’t feel like yakking into the trashcan anymore. So that’s a step in the right direction.
A fair amount of the snow that fell Wednesday night is still hanging around. There’s been some melt-off, but not all that much – mostly because the temperature didn’t get much above 30 degrees all weekend. Plus, it snowed again on Saturday. A little. Just by way of freshening things up, you might say. And it’s supposed to snow yet again tonight, up to 2-3 inches in places. Of course the rain is supposed to kick in around 10 tomorrow morning, so that’ll be the end of that.
It’s actually been kinda fun, having the snow stick for so long. We have icicles hanging of the back deck! OK, if you live someplace where it snows all winter every winter that’s not gonna mean much to you, but for me it was a trip straight back to my childhood. My grandparents had a cabin up at Lake Tahoe, where we would often go for Xmas vacation. Lotsa fun. Seeing the powdery snow falling off the tree braches had the same sort of effect. (Usually the snow we get here is really wet; this batch was dry as a bone. As Science Girl noticed, when it melts whatever was underneath it doesn’t get wet.)
Ahead: more boring talk about the weather. Feel free to skip over this, or surf on someplace else if you must. My life is dull and my brain is engaged elsewhere for the moment, so it’s weather or nothing. Your choice.
It started snowing yesterday around 3:30 PM and continued, off and on, for most of the night. Tiny, dry little snow flakelets that barely accumulated on greenery and cars. Mostly it just blew around a lot and made the streets wet. It was fun to watch it falling, but somewhat disappointing in its ephemeral nature.
Given that black ice is a problem around here sometimes, I took the major arterial route home, as opposed to the infinitely more interesting (but potentially treacherous, under the circumstances) route I usually take. The snow was still trying to do something and failing miserably. Given the huge build-up in the media that accompanies winter storms (and if you haven’t seen it first hand, you wouldn’t believe it if I tried to describe it to you – it approaches toddler anticipation of Xmas in its intensity), I was prepared to just write the whole thing off as just another news-frenzy dry hump.
Just in case things got interesting overnight, though, I parked the car one street down the hill, where it’s relatively flat. It’s just off the main thoroughfare – the one that always gets sanded. As I walked up the hill toward home, I could see a light dusting of snow covering just about everything but the streets and sidewalks. Oh well.