May 25th, 2010

Velastir Captain Warcrack

WUT WUZ ZAT? Ded Bob iz not quite ded yet!

Spring has sprung. It's been chilly in the mornings here but it looks at least as if the rains have finally stopped. It's weird that they persisted all the way into May this year. I turned the furnace off on the 15th and the temperature has been dropping down to around 65° F in the mornings with the days warming up into the lower seventies.

I cut the front lawn last night after work. With all the precipitation this year, the yard (weed patch) has been growing a bit fast this spring. I think one of the hedges along the sidewalk has bought the farm. I'm wondering if a bit of watering will revive it or if this shrubbery is moribund and I am merely keeping it nailed to its perch. Heh.

Around four o'clock this morning, I am having a really involved dream featuring me as my level 60 mage, Velastir. It is a World of Warcraft dream. I'm in a battleground and wounded and on the ground. I'm rolled in a bedroll and terribly cold. I need to make it back to the base and get healed before some Hordie finds me but I can't get out of the bedroll because it's too cold and I'm too weak. I was thirsty and was hoping that I could get someone to bring me some water. I worried that I might be inflicted with the Undead Plague and was in danger of joining the Scourge as a ghoul. I felt colder than room temperature, that's for sure. Okay, I've been playing entirely too much this past week, but I did make level 60 last night before bed!

I woke up actually sicker than a dog. It turns out that not everything I had been experiencing in my dream was a complete figment. Every single joint hurt like it was full of arthritis, or rusted into near immobility. I had a fever and chills. The bathroom was ten feet away and it felt like a mile. I was freezing, and shivering like an old wino with the DT's. I managed to get a couple of Extra Strength Enditol caplets down me and dragged myself back to bed where I buried myself in blankets. Absolutely crazy. I thought I was coming down with the flu or something. This morning, when the alarm went off at six, I felt just fine, for the most part, other than feeling as if I've been run through a wringer. What in the heck was that? Well, whatever it was, it's obviously not going to stick around and make me take a sick day. I'm off to the shower.
Montecristo Captain Quixote

Apparently, I spoke too soon, on all accounts.

It is raining. Again. At the end of May. It isn't entirely unprecedented, but it does seem to be rather tenacious of winter, to be hanging on so. At least it is not a heavy rain, and not a particularly cold day. The weather page says 57° F right now.

On the other front, the ailment that assaulted me while I was sleeping this morning has decided to sneak back for round two. I had to pop another couple of Tylenol at lunch. The aches are back and I can still feel a bit of chill and fever going on in my internals. It's not as bad as it was this morning, but these things tend to get worse at night. It's certainly sapping my productivity. I hope it lets go soon; I'm feeling a little like a dish rag.