Monday
The Poet Loves a Mistress
But Not to Marry
- Robert Herrick
I DO not love to wed,
Though I do like to woo;
And for a maidenhead
I'll beg and buy it too.
I'll praise and I'll approve
Those maids that never vary;
And fervently I'll love,
But yet I would not marry.
I'll hug, I'll kiss, I'll play,
And, cock-like, hens I'll tread,
And sport it any way
But in the bridal bed.
For why that man is poor
Who hath but one of many,
But crown'd he is with store
That, single, may have any.
Why then, say, what is he,
To freedom so unknown,
Who, having two or three,
Will be content with one?Happy
Valentine's Day /
Singles Awareness Day!
Weekend
Most of this weekend was spent fighting this stupid cold, though the company was good and the new book quirky but interesting (Colleen McCullough's The First Man in Rome, gifted me by childofmetis). Mrs. C. checked on and ate meals with me at least daily, and I caught The Rite with Ms. Scientist on Saturday at the Edge (for me it was ok?). And on the radio I've been enjoying the return of our quasi alt-metal station, The Vulcan, after 17 months of no such thing.
If I seem overly introspective about this cold, it's because it's hit me like a truck despite me doing all the "right" things to mitigate it (fluids, extra sleep, zinc tablets, Desenex, generics of DayQuil/NyQuil, even pre-emptive petroleum jelly to keep my poor nose from become too chapped). Still, it looks like just a bad cold, not the flu (no severe chills indicating a high fever, no more than mild nausea and GI upset, et cetera). I'm in my office at the moment (Monday morning), but at the urging of my boss I'm out for yet another sick day (I promised that I'd go home within the hour). >.< So other than the cold bringing me dizzy days and strange dreams (Civil Rights Movement!?), it's not been a bad weekend. ^_^