But there's only so much socks can do.

[mrissa]

When I was small, there was a book of American folk nonsense in the school library. It was called The Hodgepodge Book, and I loved it. All sorts of bits of it stuck in my head, some of them even with source labeling. Anyway, one of them was the following couplet about traveling through Texas:

The sun has riz,
The sun has set,
And here we is
In Texas yet.

I am feeling that way about this stupid cold and its attendant voicelessness and phlegmishness and the way it ate this week's steady time and so on. Okay, done now, time for something else. Sigh.

At least I have stripedy fuzzy socks. That does salve my feelings considerably.

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

I hate an illness that puts on its coat, gathers up all its things and then stands in the doorway talking for another hour, as it were, while the snow gets in and the dog gets out. Hope it gets the hint soon.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

This one seems to still be in the kitchen in its sockfeet, rummaging around to see if we have any more of those nice strawberry cookies.

Memo to illness: we don't. Leave.

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Incidentally, that's how I feel about driving across Tennessee the long way.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I have also heard people make that complaint about I80 through Nebraska, and while I'm not with them on it, I see where they're coming from.

For me the worst state to cross was Nevada. I am not a big fan of its style of beauty, and it had the fewest rest stops of anywhere, uff da, with no bushes of any height by the side of the road, either. It may not have been as many miles as Texas, but I am personally prepared to swear there was some relativistic time-dilation stuff going on there, and we weren't even going that fast.

[dd-b.livejournal.com]

Must be a relatively recent book; the concept of crossing Texas in less than several weeks is a very modern one.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

The internet seems to think 1972 for its publication date. It included stuff from the colonial period, if I recall correctly, and all the way up through the time of its writing.

[cathshaffer.livejournal.com]

oh no, not flemishness! Anything but that!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yah, and you know why I am not telling you all the grody details? Because I like you too much. Because the details: they are grody.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

Your Christmas card is my very favourite, and all my guests have admired it. I just wanted to say. Thank you so much for sending it and enhancing our holiday thereby.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad! We were a bit smug about it, I have to admit.