Getting Home

If I labeled my posts and did a word cloud, I bet "illness" would be in big letters. Which is part of why I am not doing that. Anyway, now I have had five days of the flu. And I had a flu shot! (Husband tried to accuse me of not.) Whenever I got on a conference call with other work colleagues, they wanted me to hang up. I tried not to take it personally.

I think I got it on a plane. Planes are virus factories. Yet I have these colleagues who fly all over the world all the time and never seem to get sick. I am wimp; that's it. What else can I say?

Anyway, while I was shivering in the Washington snow/rain, D and X took off for Corpus Christi, along with the rest of the spring break crowd. Misty went with them in her own little pink and green guinea pig carrier. And a leash (which she hated). So Misty was hanging out on the 8th floor of the Omni, while I was shivering in my mom's basement. (exaggeration: she has heat.) X loved the beach; she said the sand was the softest she had ever experienced. She found an acceptable bathing suit in the hotel gift shop. (After she and I had searched through every single online option.) D just likes going anywhere.

All this is good, because I felt a lot of guilt just heading north for Seattle without bringing X along. X was happy with the trip; she leapt into my arms to tell me about it. Misty was happy to get home; she leapt into her real cage. I was happy to get home; I leapt into my king-size temperpedic-mattress bed. Ahhhhh.

Where in the World?

I just got back from a trip to my hometown in the Pacific Northwest. It was COLD! As I made the two hour drive from the airport to the little town , it was raining so hard that the freeway looked glassy. Hydroplaning seemed the norm. I got lost only once and it was only a 15 mile detour. The next morning, it was snowing.

So I should be used to this, right? I grew up there. But I wasn't. I was terrified on the freeway and completely discouraged seeing snow the next morning. (Snow in March there: I think that is an anomaly.

Now I am back in Austin, where I am fretting about the coming hot weather. (Though the spring is wonderful.)

It really does seem that California spoiled me weather-wise. Even though the El Nino storm flooded our basement. Even though our last home was in the fog belt with fog so thick that tomatoes would not ripen and the wind so hard that I needed a scarf to protect my ears--in July. OK, that doesn't sound like I was spoiled.

Maybe I am just a weather wimp. But the whole thing makes me wonder where in the world I belong.

It Really Sucks

...to get a three-day headache when D is out of town. I got X back and forth to school, only vomiting once. I canceled Pilates and the cleaner. Sue brought over my local headache cure: P Terry burger and a coke. P Terry is an "organic" hamburger drive through. If only they has some wholesome buns. But for the headache cure, pulverized protein, smooshy carbs, and a coke are necessary components. It's not a 100 percent cure, but it did help me make it through the afternoon. Maybe a good night's sleep....HAHAHAHAHAH

Maybe a few hours will help.