I had quite an active day today, for values of 'active' that = "still spent most of the day asleep". Let's see: I washed my bedding (and the floor cloths from yesterday's freezer defrosting) and got it all dry on the line before the rain started peeing down,
and got my bed made up again, which is the really tricky part. I put the frozen food back in the freezer in the kitchen (all neatly arranged, not that it'll stay that way) and turned off the back-up freezer in the garage. I rescued some stuff off the old computer - via stick drive, not the USB lead that Judy bought for the purpose, that's far too complicated for me in my present feeble state - and moved it on to New Computer; deleted a bunch of obsolete stuff, too which, ideally, I should've done pre-computer changeover. I made rice salad for dinner on the grounds that I hadn't eaten an actual meal for about a month and maybe it would help (it hasn't, not so far) (perhaps I should specify that yes, I did also
eat some). I did a bunch of LibraryThinging for Judy who, it has to be said, has execrable taste in literature for such a smart woman. And I phoned the hospital. More than that, I also emailed their patient liaison service. I didn't get any answers, but hey. It's a start.
My brother phoned this evening, to say thank you for his birthday coffee and to see if there was any news. I wish there was something I could've told him.
In happier news, I had a lovely, unexpected cheering-up pressie of some Lush stuff from Linda Hepden. One thing about being genuinely ill: people are very nice to you!
In spite of feeling sick - both figuratively and literally - tired and miserable, I still had time to be amused by
this: an interview with Mr Josh Charles that is, in a lot of ways, remarkably similar to a fictitious interview I wrote for Dan Rydell some years ago.
Sometimes I miss fandom. But only sometimes.
