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I’m still feeling crummy. Crummier, in fact. Skipped ISY, because I’m ahead on that, and am plowing through HAWKSPAR, getting as much done as I can before I fall over.

I hate being sick. I am a lousy patient. I’ve been fighting this with zinc and vitamin C, and lots of fluids, and healthy food. I’m probably feeling better that I would have been otherwise, but better is not good.

I am, however, enjoying the constant parade of butterflies outside my window, and the fact that at the moment, there are no sounds outside at all but wind and insects and birds. It’s incredibly quiet here.

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3 comments… add one
  • FrankA Oct 21, 2005 @ 15:55

    Where as, out side my window, I have roofers pounding nails, nail guns thwacking away, heavy equipment beeping into reverse, chainsaws cutting down tangles that used to be trees, trucks haluing away tons of debris, etc.

    What I wouldn’t give to have butterfly wings as the primary noise source…

  • scottbryan Oct 21, 2005 @ 12:39

    The search for quiet is one of the rare times that getting what you want is better than the pursuit.

  • TinaK Oct 21, 2005 @ 11:55

    Sounds serene Holly. I hope you feel better soon.

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