Under The Weather

I've been ill - physically, I mean - for the last few days, something which I really don't like. On those occasions where I remain in bed all day save for food and bathroom, which occasions are not rare, I prefer to reserve for recreation, rather than for convalescence. Generally, I make it into the office no matter how ill I am, I just make it into the office even later than usual.

And my head-cold and sinus problems are complicated today by a bit of haze from Southern California, as the winds feeding the wildfires in that district have shifted in this direction. I recall the last time I experienced such hazes, I was in San Diego, and was likewise sleeping in until noon. I recall waking up around eight, noticing the reddish light coming through my blinds, and I wondered if we had come under some sort of nuclear assault. But then I noticed that my digital alarm clock was still working, and figured that, in the absence of any clear EMP damage, and without even the power being out, things really couldn't be so bad. So I turned over and went back to sleep until noon or so.

Then I packed up most of my worldly belongings and left for a two-month hiatus in Dallas. Perhaps I should try that tack again: quit my job and flee somewhere for a few days/weeks/months. If nothing else, it might get me out of the smoke...