Thore Soat - Part II

No odd sounds in the night this evening. Or it could be that I'm so congested that I can't hear anything. I don't feel as afflicted as I did last night. Twenty-four hours of decongestants, nasal sprays and antibiotics appear to have helped some. Now the trick is not to get too hyper and start cleaning the house. Bar none, the worst symptom of being sick is that tense, sore, achy feeling that you have.

Around noon I made a quick trek to the grocery store. Thankfully, the store was not overly crowded, the check out line was short and the clerk was not too surly. (I wonder if there is a psychological test that rates surliness. If you are too surly, you flunk the test, and are immediately hired by WalMart, Target, or the local grocery chain. If you get fired from one of those, you are picked up by one of the convenience stores or fast food places. And if you are bounced from those, you get an offer to be a clerk for the water department!)

It took only a few minutes to store everything once I got it home. Of course, the cats wanted to know what each item was and how soon could they eat or play with it.

Lunch was the local bakery/deli. Smoked turkey on focaccia, ice tea and a chocolate-mud-pie-type dessert. Usually, the only seats available are at a bar-like counter that is set under several large eastward-facing windows. Today was not exception. I've noticed that the view according to where you are. At the north end, you have a shot across the Interstate to several acres of tall pines surrounding what used to be an artists' colony. Recently a rectangular sloping lot was carved out and construction has commenced on some unknown commercial site. Fortunately you can't see the intruders from the deli. Today, I was at the south end of the counter and had an angular view of the Interstate. Almost immediately, I thought of one of those what-the-future-holds movies from the '39 World's Fair. The roadway and frontage roads are marked by concrete dividers that appear to create discrete channel-like paths. Almost tiny sports cars, large lumbering buses, dark-glassed vans, immense 18-wheelers, four-door passenger cars, red and silver motorcycles - all darting to and fro.

With half my sandwich wrapped in a napkin, I shambled home, placed the food into a plastic container and stuck into the refrig. Although I wanted to go back to bed, I knew I needed to catch up on some web pages since I had been out Monday morning, part of Monday afternoon, part of Tuesday morning and part of Friday. To add insult to injury, when I was at work, the net was almost stagnant, even with a T-1 connection. (What a crock the "discussion" of connection speed is!!! If you're connected to a site on Easter Island that operates at 28.8 K, then that is the speed you will experience; no matter what T-1, DS3 or OS12 you have.)

Time to stop meandering and post!

PAX!