March 25, 2006


The late winter flu train plowed through Rancho Non Sequitor Wednesday night. I had a fever from Wed night through late Thursday, and then again last night. The eldest, Little Miss Somersault, has been down for the count since yesterday. So far, everyone else is ducky, which is good. To paraphrase the Grateful Dead, I've been livin' on toast, ginger ale and applesauce (which is appropriate, given that I feel like I've been run over by a truck).

I could remember this morning that there was something from Wednesday I need to respond to, an email---in fact I had all sorts of funky fever dreams about it last night, flowing through my fingers into the machine, over the network, being carved up into packets, being reassembled, the works. I fired up the machine this morning and found that yes, indeed, I had that email to get to this morning, as well as 96 others that had piled up. Sigh.

It's raining here, at least, which will be good for the flowers.

Posted by Steve at March 25, 2006 07:40 AM | TrackBack

I feel for you, man. That's blown through the Groovy household...I've been fighting it but soldiering on as the chief nurse.

Posted by: GroovyVic at March 25, 2006 08:21 AM

"Livin' on reds, vitamin C and cocaine . . . "

I bought a Grateful Dead "Best of" compilation in the discount bin about 3 years ago. I swear there were two good tracks on it -- Truckin' and Casey Jones. The rest? Feh.

A friend of mine who was really into them maintains they sound much better if you're stoned.

Posted by: The Colossus at March 25, 2006 08:39 AM

The Grateful Dead stunk, no ands, ifs, or certainly butts about it.

Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at March 25, 2006 11:18 AM

Steve, you are so right!!!

Posted by: GroovyVic at March 25, 2006 07:00 PM

I have a Meatmen cover of Truckin. That is pretty okay...

Posted by: LB buddy at March 26, 2006 05:25 PM