Good morning, world. I’m up and about. I want this sickness gone, I want to feel mostly normal again. I woke up yesterday morning with my batteries at about 63% and draining. Just before Shawshank went to work, I took two anti-nausea pills. They’re a pretty solid guarantee that I’ll be knocked out, and this was no different. I was out for a solid three hours.
When I emerged from my nap, I grabbed a bowl of dry cereal and looked for something to watch that wasn’t old episodes of Dateline . I settled on “1883“, figuring it would be something interesting enough to listen to while I was on Reddit. I ended up completely absorbed in it, and watched the entire series. While I couldn’t get into “Yellowstone” very much, I enjoyed “1883“. Family full of assholes in a pretty setting? Nah. But the ancestors of that family of assholes, trying to cross the county in a pretty setting? Much better.
It was a lot of death for one day, though.
Shawshank has today off. There will be putterings.
