Blah Blah Blah

“I took my bottle and went to my bedroom. I undressed down to my shorts and went to bed. Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grasped at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yoghurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”

[Charles Bukowski - women]

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This less than uplifting quote certainly spells it out for me these last few days. I’m not bitter by any means. I’m just sick with a rotten head cold. My nose won’t stop dripping, and despite my pending vacation, I am finding it hard to get excited.  The fever has broken, and I’m not shaking with the cold despite the higher thermostat settings. (Barney enjoyed the higher temperature as he snuggled under the covers with me. He’s an opportunist.) 

I hope things improve in time for the flight to Aruba on Sunday. With a vacation and the Christmas break right after, there should be a nice long respite from the working life. All I’m worried about is getting my Christmas shopping done beforehand.

Like they say, “excrement occurs.”

 Keep your eyes on this space. I’ll try to post some pictures from the trip if there’s a decent internet connection at the hotel.

Peace At Home