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dragonlady7My general malaise of the weekend deepened yesterday into an unmistakable full-blown cold. I am not in any way a macho sort, and I happened to have my shit together enough to remember that I own Sudafed, the real kind that you give your ID at the store to get. And then I discovered more, hoarded in my desk drawer at work in a foil packet that expired in 2017, so. I spent the day doped and drinking herbal tea, literally made myself six cups of herbal tea and then switched to drinking the still-hot water from the electric kettle for the rest of the day because while I wasn't adding sugar to the tea, surely those herbs were going to pile up somehow. (I switched it up between Immune Support with echinacea, Stress Relief with lavender, and assorted other things I found in my tea box, with a foray into Earl Gray and another plain black tea that i guess doesn't count as herbal but whatever.)
By the time I got home I was a zombie. I washed a single dish and my arms felt like lead. It was allover a very unimpressive performance.
This morning I woke with crushing sinus pain and a complete inability to comprehend basic things (sorry to some of y'all who got confused incoherent comments from me before I medicated), so I decided to call in.
Now, what I'd like to do is go back to bed. What I ought to do is tidy the house and then run the steam cleaner so nobody else gets this cold, as people are supposed to come over this weekend. What I will probably do is melt into this couch and feel guilty I'm not doing either of those other two things.
Fortunately banjo lessons are cancelled tonight so I don't have to contemplate how to sanitize a banjo. Good thing too, as we've been shitty about practicing this week-- I've managed maybe three half-assed little sessions but Z has absolutely fallen down on it.
I am making a small list of songs in the back of my mind that I would like to learn to play on the banjo, but I don't know yet how to arrange things, and they're weird songs my teacher isn't going to know. I get that there are like, traditional banjo songs, and they're fine, they just don't overlap with any of the thousand songs I know, and I want to know how to play non-traditional songs, so. A few more lessons and I might have enough general knowledge to make it work.
By the time I got home I was a zombie. I washed a single dish and my arms felt like lead. It was allover a very unimpressive performance.
This morning I woke with crushing sinus pain and a complete inability to comprehend basic things (sorry to some of y'all who got confused incoherent comments from me before I medicated), so I decided to call in.
Now, what I'd like to do is go back to bed. What I ought to do is tidy the house and then run the steam cleaner so nobody else gets this cold, as people are supposed to come over this weekend. What I will probably do is melt into this couch and feel guilty I'm not doing either of those other two things.
Fortunately banjo lessons are cancelled tonight so I don't have to contemplate how to sanitize a banjo. Good thing too, as we've been shitty about practicing this week-- I've managed maybe three half-assed little sessions but Z has absolutely fallen down on it.
I am making a small list of songs in the back of my mind that I would like to learn to play on the banjo, but I don't know yet how to arrange things, and they're weird songs my teacher isn't going to know. I get that there are like, traditional banjo songs, and they're fine, they just don't overlap with any of the thousand songs I know, and I want to know how to play non-traditional songs, so. A few more lessons and I might have enough general knowledge to make it work.
