There are those making a big deal about tomorrow being 8-8-08. I think it’s sad that, back in 6 and 7 and 8 A.D., they didn’t yet know that it was 6 and 7 and 8 A. D. But, then, if you think about it, there was a year 666 and a 777 and — I haven’t checked my facts on Wikipedia, but I imagine they were using a modern calendar system by then, so they knew it. Just imagine the fruitcakes wigging out, all year long….
Must’ve been a hell of a New Year’s party, too.
Anyway. Yesterday after work we got together for Wednesday night dinner at Taco Cabana. D– rode with us, and K– and N– joined us once she finished a poorly-scheduled trip to the dentist. They were still able to eat with us, though, and N– even made it to church on time, with T–.
D– and I went back to the house and played Civ, which occupied us for the rest of the evening. When T– got home, she put AB in bed and then made a quick trip to Wal-Mart, then we watched a couple episodes of Boston Legal. It was a fun evening.
I was late getting up again this morning (even without my pain medication), but I just couldn’t get out of bed. Upon further consideration…I’m concerned I’m coming down with something. Something streppy. I’ve got a major headache, I haven’t checked my temperature but I feel feverish, I have a stuffy nose and a really sore throat. I’m hoping it’s just a bad allergy attack — I’ll take some benadryl when I get home tonight, out of sheer optimism — but it feels worse than that.
Ugh. I could do with it, though. I was planning to go back to the gym tonight, for the first time in three weeks, but if I still feel like this when 5:00 rolls around, I’m going home and taking a nap.
Yeah, it’s another whiney post. Sorry about that. In more positive news, my mom decided to read my novel Taming Fire to her students this year as part of their reading program. I just sent her my most recent copy last night. We had talked about it a little a couple months ago and I’d been hoping to get a rewrite in before the time came, but I’ve been unproductive this summer. Alas. It happens. She’s happy with it as-is, though, so the plan moves forward. I’ll let you know how that goes.
Other than that, it’s just things and stuff.