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today we are both sick. i am not in the office.
since friday, mi poeta has suffered from muscle aches and lethargy. saturday morning i woke with a wicked sore throat, which was worse yesterday. i had 3 pills with codeine hoarded, took one and had a fine day at the artTable making gluebooks from the Taiwanese ephemera the girls brought me. and “business cards”. ha. they are really tiny little artCards. but today … ugh. worse. we are both pathetic. yet he kindly went to the store for Throat-Kote tea, lemonade and cough medicine. for some reason, i don’t mind being ill myself, but i cannot stand to see him feeling bad.
i wonder if i take more codeine if i can sit at the artTable? i hate just blobbing around feeling crappy, unable to function. it feels such a waste. neighbors are moving into the house across the street. it is a huge house. there seem to be only two of them … 40-ish maybe? … there are two moving trucks. who needs that much stuff?