02/10/2010 4 am Musings

Last week I offered an admission which has completed backfired on me. I should have known better than to consciously think, "Wow, I haven't gotten sick this winter! "And, before you could say Bob's your uncle, I had a sore throat. Serves me right. For a change, this cold has not caused me outright misery, which has made it quite considerate (as viruses go). It's been playing a tug of war with my psyche as I try to press forward, like someone constantly tapping me on my shoulder waiting for me to turn around. Sitting at my desk this morning, my cloudy mind considered finishing a physician letter on the surveillance guidelines for isolated hemihypertrophy, when another being within me stepped forward, hands raised in the time out position. "Later. "And so now I am home, donned in my fat pants and a sweatshirt. My eyes are no longer wrestling with fluorescent lighting. I brought home work to do as well, which I will complete in the peaceful dim of the living room. I may even nap, we shall see. All is good. My husband and I have added PBS's American Experience to our TiVo Season Pass. I love those types of programs. Last night we watched the recently recorded episode, which was on the Donner Party. I had actually not heard of the Donner Party before, and holy Moses it was such a horrible story. So this morning, I awakened after 4 am (perhaps lured awake by our earthquake? ) and could not get back to sleep. And what did I start thinking about? The Donner Party. For about an hour I tossed and turned while replaying bits of the program in my head. It was ridiculous. Then I started thinking, I wonder if there is anyone else in the world thinking about the Donner Party at this exact moment? I come up with some weird stuff in the middle of the night. Nyquil, you failed me!