Still breathing.

So, yes, it's been awhile. And it may well be a while more before I have anything witty to say or creative to show. It is what it is.

And what it is is the 3rd case of pneumonia in 6 months. And, it's a bitch. 

Mainly, I am tired. Tired like I have never been tired before. After having the Bun, I remember being very, very tired, like I just wanted to sleep forever. This is different, my mind wants to be awake and doing things, but my body is just...inert. It wants to lay there and be handed Gatorade and Fage. Not at the same time. That would be gross.

JWH has been a peach, and I am truly on the mend, but the blog will surely suffer neglect a bit longer. I'm working part time, seeing less of my kid than I'd like, and the ironing board I took out 3 weeks ago to make curtains is still leaning against the wall in my living room. To those of you who know me, that should say it all. Ironing board. Visible. For weeks. My cheeks burn with shame. I have harshly judged others for less: we have a neighbor who dared throw a party while her vacuum was hanging out all casual-like in the dining room. I still talk about it. I won't go so far as to call it a moral failing on her part, but as far as I know she was in good health...so, yeah, I'll attend her funeral in like 50 years and think, "well, I hope someone put the damned vacuum away at least." 

And, because I'm feeling guilty about not blogging I will go so far as to tell you one more secret of my neurotic mind. I fantasize about going into her house and putting away her vaccuum. True story. And if I have ever been to your house, I have considered cleaning up a bit when you weren't looking. Don't judge me. 

I am ill.

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[Niko Holmen]

Had to tweet this. I ride when I can – but will have to do this all next week. More people certainly should.