Friday.

Come to think of it that weeks end thingy was a little premature, as I'm only really recovering today. Recovering on a lovely where the fuck is the sun day, which promised  snow apocalypse across the news this morning, followed by not a lot, as Columbus is not being hit that badly. As the flu flew, at whatever pace it liked, I got to do a load of tricky stuff, which January always brings.
 I got some super extra fun stuff as as I noticed my credit card being enjoyed by some tosser who likes Walmart. All done, so I now get to enjoy the grey sky, that sits like a relative who never wanted to come to your party anyway, but will stay for a nice long while, so that times not completely wasted.

Weeks End.

Having spent most of the last week loaded on NyQuil fighting against a flu that doesn't realize that the party is over and its time to go, I think its finally beginning to put its coat on. Its still looking around, listening to the tunes that I ran past it, but it finally seems to have copped to the fact that it is no longer welcome. I had the Flu shot. for the first time ever! Nothing. I know some would say, 

"Imagine how much worse it would have been with out it?"

I don't think that could have been any more trippy to be honest, short of an actual Dragon turning up. Haze now lifting, real world slowly coming back into view. Its still Winter? Bollocks.

Flued...

Wednesday, I had my first infusion of the year. It was fine and everything went well. Then Thursday turned up.
I was hit with an appalling cough,sleep riven eyes, a nose raining snot into the abyss, and a face that felt like someone had been punching it for quite a while. Since I had just had my infusion, I ran through the check-list for Tysabri drug armageddon in my head. I figured out I wasn't looking at total doom, just nasty flu. Goody.
Its now Saturday, and NyQuil and myself have been taking a good punt at kicking this flu out. I did get a flu shot, but this version was apparently hiding around the corner.
 I can recommend River on Netflix.

Great Weekend Bad Monday

I woke up this morning to the news that David Bowie had died. I'm currently listening to 2 hour show done by Bowie on Radio 2. The first thing that I heard on the show was an introduction by  John Peel. So, thats two people that I really like, that have passed, who are now talking to me across the radio, which itself now lives in a worldwide cyber cache, that I can pick at as I like. The internet at its best,  is a never ending high art and ideas pick and mix, though it is important to remember that a glut of information does not automatically indicate deep or indeed any understanding on any topic. It does mean you can make yourself into a fact regurgitaing party guest that everyone is happy to see leave.
Chicago was fantastic, even the moment where I didn't see the three stairs which dipped steeply in front of me. I cleared them and crashed to the floor.  I then crawled across the floor so that I could pull myself up on a chair, just ahead of the arrival of the worried hotel staff. As always I 'd like to thank my MS Yoga class for training me to fall like a stuntman. All I need now is an instant bruise fix.

Brrr….

Up early 18F. Lovely. The water main hasn't burst, so i get to have some coffee. Lovelier.  N. Korean H Bomb claim? Bollocks. New English voice of Isis? Used to sell bouncy castles. Next up? Clowns!! Trump racist with pace. New year gun deaths? Sure. Republicans licking the NRA's arse? Legion. More coffee? Very necessary.

Coldfulness.

I'm at me house, its fucking freezing! I'm listening to Radio 5, with RubyWax talking about Mindfulness. Maybe the cold has tripped me out a bit. I've heard about Mindfulness quite a bit, if you do Yoga, it comes up. Basically it means focus, and don't worry about everything,  all of the time. You can read it as religio, snake oil, black arts. Its very useful, though I would personally recommend listening to some music, and chilling the fuck out.
Going on the weather, I'd also recommend moving to somewhere warm. I've thought it through, I don't need seasons. Shorts weather all the time would be fine, I'll watch snow on the telly...

New year

A very happy new year to all. We had a fantastic New Year's Eve with Leslie, Ian, Max and Ed, playing games, and the eating great food which they bought with the hem. Total hoot, and a lot more fun than going out trying to run the gamut of the amateur drinkers. It'll be a great new year! Does not need to be covered in vomit and crying. 

Today? I'd say indoors, as its 25F outside....weather report :fucking freezing! its not as bad as its going to get, time to whack out the comedy polar clothes from the back of the closet and Eskimo it up.