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I'm not as bored today, which I suppose is a Sign I'm getting better. I still feel guilty about not going in to work, but then I always do, unless I'm so completely at death's door that I'm a bit preoccupied. This afternoon I've pretty well stopped sniffling, and the dose of cough medicine (let us all bless Robitussin Clear, which tastes less yucky than the regular kind) seems to be working at the expense of a little floatiness.
I'm still waiting to hear from the claims adjuster -- he has my number, he just has to call me back. I'll be without a car for a week on Thursday, which aside from vacations and so on is probably the longest without a car for the past 20 years. Even though most days it just sits quietly in on-street parking, it's knowing that I can jump in it (provided I find my keys) and drive somewhere at a moment's notice.
(Of course, I can get up off my fat ass and walk somewhere even more easily, but there's not the same kind of immediate gratification involved.)
I watched the rest of Ghost World which turned out to be trés depressing... maybe I over-identified a little with Thora Birch's Enid -- it's just too easy from my older perspective to see how she was cutting herself off from any happiness, and sabotaging her relationships. I think what saddened me the most was that by the end of the movie, she hadn't figured out she was doing that, she was still blaming the people around her. And then the mystery bus comes and takes her away from it all... code for suicide, do you think?
Anyway, that's more morbid than I'm feeling right now -- I'm writing this out on the patio, on the laptop, and while I've felt better, my sinuses are behaving and I'm not coughing, and pretty soon I'll know the fate of Schroedinger's Car... so things are looking up, right?
I'm still waiting to hear from the claims adjuster -- he has my number, he just has to call me back. I'll be without a car for a week on Thursday, which aside from vacations and so on is probably the longest without a car for the past 20 years. Even though most days it just sits quietly in on-street parking, it's knowing that I can jump in it (provided I find my keys) and drive somewhere at a moment's notice.
(Of course, I can get up off my fat ass and walk somewhere even more easily, but there's not the same kind of immediate gratification involved.)
I watched the rest of Ghost World which turned out to be trés depressing... maybe I over-identified a little with Thora Birch's Enid -- it's just too easy from my older perspective to see how she was cutting herself off from any happiness, and sabotaging her relationships. I think what saddened me the most was that by the end of the movie, she hadn't figured out she was doing that, she was still blaming the people around her. And then the mystery bus comes and takes her away from it all... code for suicide, do you think?
Anyway, that's more morbid than I'm feeling right now -- I'm writing this out on the patio, on the laptop, and while I've felt better, my sinuses are behaving and I'm not coughing, and pretty soon I'll know the fate of Schroedinger's Car... so things are looking up, right?