B. and I have both been ill this week. Fear of coughing, fear of being contagious, and general physical disinclination to do anything account for our absence from tonight's performance of a local production of Noises Off which we'd been looking forward to seeing. We've seen it before, but it's always good.
It also means I'm intending to miss two performances I was planning to see this weekend. After that, nothing till Thursday and I should be better by then.
We did at least manage to struggle up and out to redeem my car from the body shop which nicely fixed the bumper over the past week, during which for both the above reasons and a generally light schedule this week I hardly went anywhere, so I didn't even need a rental car, just borrowing B's for a couple of necessary errands. Like picking up my medication.
Other than that, just following the news with the usual amount of incredulity. The delta smelt and the LA fires is just another example of a regular practice: he picks up a mistaken impression of something from somewhere, probably by misunderstanding or not paying close attention, and from then on for him it's an immutable fact, untouchable by any corrections. Ever encounter that particular pathology elsewhere?
No comments:
Post a Comment