It is a little after two in the morning and I have just gotten a whopping three hours of horizontal sleep before my congestion interfered with breathing. Compared with the last three days and nights spent sitting upright in a sleeping bag in a wingback chair (and catching sleep in short naps as I can), this is progress. But I don’t think it rises to the level of feeling “a lot better” as at least one reader concluded from yesterday’s post.
Maybe I shouldn’t have used such snappy music. Maybe the photo was a little too uplifting on a subliminal level.* Sometimes I do tend to exaggerate. Until he had occasion to be thankful for it, my father-in-law used to think my optimism was a fault.
Nevertheless, I did feel better enough last night to make it down to the Grub Shack for supper, but not better enough to have made a whole night of it as I usually do. I arrived late and left early, motivated mostly by the thought that if I hadn’t made it down to the Shack for the Sunday night meal, Jerry and Eva would have brought food up here to Estrella Vista and would most likely not have allowed me to pay them for it.
People have been so wonderful and caring these last few days. Seems like every time I nodded off to sleep yesterday the phone rang as one dear friend or another was checking in to see how I was doing. It is almost bracing to realize that I apparently have such uncanny powers to conjure up my friends’ voices by just closing my eyes.
The one call that made me feel best of all was from Whitebear, who informed me that what I am dealing with is probably not allergy to cats, but an upper respiratory viral thing that is making the rounds. Not that I have anything against the National Park Service and its dedicated employees, but the thing that made my spirits soar was hearing that half the park staff are down with this thing. Not only does misery love company, but I can put out of my mind once and for all Abram’s suggestion that I shoot the cats.
Well, friends, it’s now 4:45 in the morning and I am about to resume my old position in the chair and maybe even get some more sleep before someone tries to pull me back into the land of the living.
It will probably be another unproductive day. I’ll probably watch a movie or two, or stream some Public TV programs I’ve missed… or close my eyes and make the phone ring. At least I got these few words written. That’s something.
Groove of the Day
Watch David Byrne and The Talking Heads performing “Love for Sale”
* So as to not keep foreign readers out of the joke, the guy in yesterday’s photo is a character called “Smilin’ Bob” who is well-known here in the US for his appearances in television ads for boner pills… American culture is so edifying, isn’t it?