The antibiotics are starting to take hold.
It feels so good to be productive. I finished the John Taggart essay, mailed it off (Yes,
champdaddy , I did slug more on this than intended :)) and last night ordered my books to begin on the Cole Swensen piece. Can't wait to get them in the mail.
The whiff for food came back. Organized a massive order for take-out Chinese for my department today, drove to pick it up, smiled, nodded to music, put the window down, and huffed the deep-fried, thick-sauced smells coming from the bags at my side.
Today I feel like going home, shucking off my clothes, laying back with a good book -- the computer for a sec, maybe -- and chowing down on good food, let my thinkin' move over my head like syrup.
I want to hear "The Eye of the Tiger" played really slow on fiddle ... .