Saturday, October 19, 2019

Still Under the Weather

The pilot fish is also a nasty bugger, if'n you ask me.
How about some music?



Just not feeling it, awfully glad it's Saturday, I might just stay in bed until Monday.

Talk quietly amongst yourselves...



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  1. Sure hope this doesn't mean you have Pneumonia?

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    1. No, it's not that bad. I just thought the poster was interesting from an historical perspective, it was from 1937.

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  2. Nice analogy.
    At least you’re home and have that going for you.

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    1. I did sleep late today, nearly 11. It was glorious.

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  3. Too much to ask the feline staff to wait on YOU for a change? Yah.....yah......I know ..... cats.....give me a slobbering, enthusiastic pup any day. Maybe hot black tea will help? Oh and there's something called sick leave, jes saying. Hang in there Sarge.

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    1. The cats do snuggle up and keep me warm, that actually helps a lot.

      Hanging in, aye!

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    2. The vibration of the purring seems to help clear my lungs.

      Acting like a Norse Draugr (gives everyone time to look it up) and crushing my chest, not so helpful.

      But I do miss cats.

      So, of course, we have a cat-dog. Kegan seems to exhibit activities seen in both dogs and cats, including acting like a Norse Draugr...

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    3. Learn something new here every day.

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    4. At least he doesn't appear as the Flayed Bull... Yet...

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  4. Oh what a horrible world it must have been before modern drugs and modern houses came to be. Except for some molds and illnesses, like Legionaires', the modern house is so much safer biologically than houses used to be. And one can't say enough about modern medicine (oh, like Shingles vaccines... (hint!)(subtle isn't one of my middle names.))

    Harkens back to that old British under-officer toast in hopes of getting promoted, "Here's to bloody wars and sickly seasons!"

    Take care of yourself. Too many mouths rely up on you, well, a lot less since the 'coons and herons attacked the non-fish pond... If you don't have your health, you haven't got anything.

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  5. I did a bunch of incantations as I drove past the squashed porcupines yesterday. Ideally you stand over the sacrifice and focus, but, well, stuff. I did have a shiny rock in my pocket, selected specifically because it looks just like a crystal if you keep your eyes closed. I have to confess that I'm shocked and mightily puzzled that you've not recovered. I'll do a repeat in a little while. Have to find another rock though, I left the first one in the penny cup at the local gas-n-guzzle this morning. Pretty sure it was used up anyway.

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  6. You should try the Doc Holliday cure. Visit somewhere warm and dry not heavily populated, say like Big Bend. Just stay out of any corrals, OK. ;-)

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  7. Hot tea, with lemon and honey. Grandma H always added a stiff slug of Irish whiskey to it as well...but, then, she WAS Irish. Chicken noodle soup with lots of garlic and onion in it. Tylenol. But most of all SLEEP!! Naps, late to get up, early to bed. Lots of kitty quality time on the couch or in your favorite recliner. My two cents. Worth what ya pay for it.

    And yes, get the flu shot, and if you doc says, get the pneumonia shot. And do it NOW as it takes 2 weeks for the immune system to get up on full alert to fight off the flu, so if someone has breathed/kissed/hugged on ya in the past 2 weeks, and has the flu, then tag...you're it. So do go around hugging and kissing others much, and wash your hands!!!! That's the end of this PSA. ;)

    I really like that poster!!

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    1. It is a great poster.

      All I'm planning on this weekend is sleeping.

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  8. DON'T go around hugging/kissing lots...especially the little ones...concentrated germ bodies they are!!! Stupid puter fingers...

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    1. For some strange reason, at my last job, the cops I worked with thought it was perfectly acceptable for them to drop their sick kids off in the office while they arranged Dr. visits and such. Thanks, dudes and dudettes.

      Now Mrs. Andrew and I only get infectious diseases when we go to doctor offices...

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    2. Suz - All the grands are home, mostly in California, one in Virginia.

      No hugs and kisses for Grandpa this weekend.

      Sigh...

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    3. Beans - That wasn't very thoughtful of 'em, was it?

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    4. No, it was not. Especially since one of the fireable offenses for the City is carrying a communicable disease. But, darned it, never used against the carriers of disease vectors....

      What really baked my noodle was this was the super-duper-super-secret drug cop facility, that all the cops' families knew about, stopped off in the middle of the day, along with marked police vehicles constantly, and City marked vehicles.

      Nothing to see here, move it along...

      Yet they got gurfy with me when my wife stopped off one day to give me something.

      Glad to be done with those people.

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    5. All sounds very 1930s-40s Germany.

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  9. Sleep sounds like an excellent Plan For The Day. Make It So.

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