WEDNESDAY AND A CODE

I'm afraid my code (hack, hack) is a real, old-fashioned bad code. I found one dose of Theraflu and took that in the morning, which helped a lot. Other than that, I laid low through the day. Ellen had seen on yesterday's entry here that I was ailing. She had a doctor's appointment over here and after, we had planned to go to lunch, but that, of course, we had to scuttle. She called and I asked her to send me the Redfin info about the house on which she had put a bid. It's very nice, has a kitchen to die for, and I hope she gets it. Later, I asked her to buy and drop off Theraflu, which she did, both the day and night version.

Suzanne called to ask if I'd like to go to WinCo, but nope, not with this code. I worked up a tentative letter to my tenant and sent it to my four advisors (the kiddies, of course) to see what they think. Mike is in China, so it may take a while for him to respond. 

Aside from that, I just made a half-hearted attempt to type up the T.O.P.S. minutes. Did it, but I'm sick of being the secretary-in-waiting and somebody else can do it next time.

Later in the day, El called to bring me up to date on her podiatrist visit and also, the ins and outs of her house sale and house-hunting. Luckily, the inspection went well, aside from some minor concerns. 

Didn't have lunch until 3:00 and after that, I took a two-hour nap. Boy, am I draggin' because of my code, but I guess I'll survive.  I did little else except play Match Royale, practically all day. 

AAGH! Now it's 2:51 AM and I awoke a few minutes ago. Actually, I feel a little better, so I think I'll fool around on the laptop for a time, then go back to bed. Placed an order for Norman Solomon's War Made Invisible: How America Hides The Human Toll Of Its Military Machine.

Went back to bed, slept until 9:30, got up and put on the coffee, then Ellen called and we had a long, satisfying talk about her house, her house-to-be, and Bob Newhart. It's now 10:41 and I'm going to take a Theraflu, have breakfast (almost three hours after I usually do), hang out, and wait to recover. Actually, although I may sound bad (somewhat hoarse), I feel okay, and believe I'm on the mend.