My foggy, groggy nose...
Friday night I finished the monumental timeline job and shipped it off. That was a good night in that I finally linked up with a friend on the net with whom I had been trying to talk for weeks now.
Unfortunately, as the conversation progressed, I started feeling yucky. By Saturday morning, when I had to retrieve my car and help my son with the last of his moving, I was feeling rotten: and I still am.
It's only a cold, but it is a miserable cold, and it is making me feel like sleeping a lot, which I am doing.
I had to miss the party last night in Berkeley: "Being is Beyond Charlie." I am told it was small and intimate. Celebrating 40 years since the Summer of Love. Maybe there just aren't that many folks left alive. Or if they are alive, maybe they can't dance.
I can dance! --When my nose is not running and I am not falling over.
Unfortunately, as the conversation progressed, I started feeling yucky. By Saturday morning, when I had to retrieve my car and help my son with the last of his moving, I was feeling rotten: and I still am.
It's only a cold, but it is a miserable cold, and it is making me feel like sleeping a lot, which I am doing.
I had to miss the party last night in Berkeley: "Being is Beyond Charlie." I am told it was small and intimate. Celebrating 40 years since the Summer of Love. Maybe there just aren't that many folks left alive. Or if they are alive, maybe they can't dance.
I can dance! --When my nose is not running and I am not falling over.