Yes, I know it’s late.
Hey, out there! We could use some comments.
It’s a grey, dreary day, Patty and I are still coughing, and somehow I think maybe I dodged a mean fastball to put up three posts. It’s so far short of my normal output: it would be wonderful to stop being sick.
I wonder if I can get away with a cigar.
As I recover from illness, I look ahead at towering, massive, gigantic mountains of work–jobs that should’ve been done weeks ago. Get the freakin’ book written! Take down the Christmas tree! (It’s a big job, really.) Write Newswithviews! When was the last time you vacuumed?
We’re also waiting for these guys to come and do maintenance on Patty’s oxygen machine. They are late, of course. But they’ll show up as soon as I have one of these jobs started. Guaranteed.
At least we gave the cats their medicine.
Maybe if I post a hymn, things will look better.
One thing about being really sick, you fall behind–in everything. We are in a hole, a deep one: insurance, taxes, rent, bank, bills, etc. It’s all very complicated. Patty has been managing this stuff for 40 years and I can’t do it for her; but she hasn’t been up to the game since New Year’s.
We’re going to hire an accountant. We know a pretty good one.
It’s only taken a few weeks to land us in the bottom of this hole. Lord, give us strength! We can do this when we’re healthy.
One of the characteristics of this malady is, you resolve to do a job of work, you might even get started on it–and suddenly you’re out of gas. I haven’t worked on my book, The Witch Box, since the day after Christmas.
Well, now I’m going to try to write a Newswithviews piece. If I can actually finish it, I guess that means I’m getting better. Tally-ho. If I fall off my horse again, I’ll just have to get up and keep trying.
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We’ve been sick since New Year’s, Patty and me. Whatever it is we’ve got, one of the symptoms is a very meager appetite. I’ve been living on cans of chicken soup.
We’re running out of supplies, so I had to get to the supermarket again today.
“What about… some fish and chips?” Patty said. “I think I’d really like some fish and chips.” As opposed to pretty much nothing.
Oh! Suddenly my mouth started watering. For the first time in over a week. I searched the frozen food aisles until I found a bag of wild-caught, beer-battered cod filets. Brought them home and Patty’s eyes lit up. Was this a turning point?
I hope so. We are thankful for your prayers–and I do feel somewhat better. How wonderful it’ll be to return to normal life! How I’d love to get back to work on my book.
Please keep praying for us. It has to be doing us good.
I thought I’d be much better by now; but I’m not, and Patty’s still tied up with a cough and fatigue. A job that should take me ten minutes now takes half an hour or more.
I might as well take a break. I wonder if it’s too cold out for a cigar. I’m getting a little tired of going back to bed several times a day. The sun is very bright today.
We do need your prayers.
