A concerned friend asked if I was doing anything for my flu. I think hosting is all I should be expected to do for it, but then there's
- whiskey with honey and ginger
- Thieves' oil (thanks Annie!)
- whiskey with ginger
- neti pot
- hot showers
- Vicks Vapo-Rub
- Poise pads
- hot tea with whiskey
Her kind question started me thinking about the sort of person who does nothing for her symptoms. I do seem to be ailin'. Prop me up here until it passes. I'm such a natural relief-seeker; it would never occur to me not to exhaust my options.
I'm sharing a small apartment in TorC. It's cute, clean, easy, cheap, and convenient, with no long-term commitment. I feel like there's a joke here, I just can't get to it.
Now and then, an idea floats past that intrigues me for no logical reason. I used to grab the poor thing, analyze it juiceless, then leave its dry husk in a pile of exhausted notions. Lately, I just enjoy the excitement of the thought, explore it a bit, and let it be exciting for its own reasons. I don't have to turn it into my life's work. I don't have to read Amazon reviews on the book. It doesn't even have to be "worthy," whatever worthy might mean. I just mine it for the interest. I'm calling it transient inspiration. Maybe the value is in the thrill of the idea, and not in its execution.*
My cousins visited from Flagstaff. They refuse to admit I made them sick. We drove up to Chloride and had homemade pie at the cafe. There's a new food truck between Chloride and Winston where we picked up donuts. I lost 90% of my hearing driving up the mountain - remarkable experience. It returned on the way down, and I was 10% disappointed.**
I told some Facebook friends that I had bubonic plague, Hansen's disease, and impetigo. The last two worried them, but everyone in New Mexico has plague.
*This post is a good example. Probably best left as a fascinating spark, I pummeled it into reality.
**Paragraph was written to justify calling this a "travel blog."