Friday: Woke again in the basement. Feeling quite a bit better. Upstairs and hello to MB. A shower. Yogurt. Food for Oscar. Back down basement. Morning practice. Drums. Cleaning up the sickroom. I wish the last act of being alive could be to clean up one's body. It always has seemed a shame that others have to care for your remains. This is the flip-side of "you come into the world alone, you die alone": Others created you, and others will lay you to rest. Hmmm, watching too much Six Feet Under, I guess.
In to work, the long way around. A very lovely and moderate day with the sense of autumn around the corner, but not here yet. Looked into some more Leopard issues. Conversations with Al about a composite windowing implementation. Talked to B about cell-phones. Stayed until 8 pm or so. Feeling almost all better today, just a little tired.
Back home, tried to resurect some leftover Chinese food by stir frying it with some noodles. The vegetables weren't so good, so I just ate the noodles. More SFU. MB returned from a belly dance gig in CT, now she's packing for her Seattle adventure.
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