Tuesday State of the Bill
Dec. 23rd, 2008 16:06![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeIt's remarkably quiet in the house. Everyone is sick, to one degree or another. Of the lot of us, Jami's doing the best, bouncing back with a resilience that I once enjoyed and now envy. I'm coming back to life, too, slowly; still not entirely well, but I don't feel like the half-quart of weeks-old chipped beef on toast that I did even just yesterday. Michelle pointed out this morning just how sick I've been: I haven't had coffee for four days. (I am, at this moment, enjoying a cup.)
We went out last night to Culvers, because we hadn't been out for several days as a family and knew, with the oncoming weather, that it would be a while yet if we didn't take advantage of the opportunity. It probably wasn't the smartest move. Antihistamines take about twenty-four hours for their narcotic effects to complete go away on me, and I was just a little boozy driving around. Still, dry roads and mostly highway made it reasonable.
Michelle and Katie are asleep in our room. Jami was asleep; he's now in the family room watching Dora. Gods, but I hate that show. Dora's voice is like listening to someone throttle a deflating balloon over a 70's-era PA system with half the tubes blown. The simplest statements are issued at a full, strident shout; I would burn each and every DVD if I could get away with it. Burn, as in, "Burn it with fire." As in, immolate. Reduce to slag. Reduce to it's elemental parts through the application of extreme heat.
Jami talks to the TV. If Steve or Joe asks, "Do you see Blue?" Jami will point at the screen and announce, "She's right there!"* Katie never did that. It's an essential difference in their personalities. Knowing what we now know about Katie, it makes sense; the signs were there when she was Jami's age**.
Back to work tomorrow, for the half day that Christmas eve always is. Seems a waste, to drive the half-hour to Liberty to give my partners a few hours of face-time and do little if any work, but it makes them feel better, and besides: I have hope that Michelle's Christmas present will miraculously arrive on-time. I had it shipped to the office to keep it (more or less) a secret, little reckoning that my head would be so fucked-up from the sinus infection and subsequent treatment that I wouldn't be able to be there.
Blake called today to check on me. There was no sound in his voice that suggested, "Why aren't you back to the office?" It was, "I'm glad you're feeling better; keep your partner [referring to Scott] in line, okay?" It was a different call than I expected, and not unpleasant.
* What amuses me even more is that he does this even to DVDs he has seen multiple times. If the screen character pauses too long before acknowledging the audience's "response", he gets frustrated, as if he's thinking, "Why won't they listen to me? I told them the answer..!"
** There's a very long post in this thought, and I just haven't had the mental time to write it.
We went out last night to Culvers, because we hadn't been out for several days as a family and knew, with the oncoming weather, that it would be a while yet if we didn't take advantage of the opportunity. It probably wasn't the smartest move. Antihistamines take about twenty-four hours for their narcotic effects to complete go away on me, and I was just a little boozy driving around. Still, dry roads and mostly highway made it reasonable.
Michelle and Katie are asleep in our room. Jami was asleep; he's now in the family room watching Dora. Gods, but I hate that show. Dora's voice is like listening to someone throttle a deflating balloon over a 70's-era PA system with half the tubes blown. The simplest statements are issued at a full, strident shout; I would burn each and every DVD if I could get away with it. Burn, as in, "Burn it with fire." As in, immolate. Reduce to slag. Reduce to it's elemental parts through the application of extreme heat.
Jami talks to the TV. If Steve or Joe asks, "Do you see Blue?" Jami will point at the screen and announce, "She's right there!"* Katie never did that. It's an essential difference in their personalities. Knowing what we now know about Katie, it makes sense; the signs were there when she was Jami's age**.
Back to work tomorrow, for the half day that Christmas eve always is. Seems a waste, to drive the half-hour to Liberty to give my partners a few hours of face-time and do little if any work, but it makes them feel better, and besides: I have hope that Michelle's Christmas present will miraculously arrive on-time. I had it shipped to the office to keep it (more or less) a secret, little reckoning that my head would be so fucked-up from the sinus infection and subsequent treatment that I wouldn't be able to be there.
Blake called today to check on me. There was no sound in his voice that suggested, "Why aren't you back to the office?" It was, "I'm glad you're feeling better; keep your partner [referring to Scott] in line, okay?" It was a different call than I expected, and not unpleasant.
* What amuses me even more is that he does this even to DVDs he has seen multiple times. If the screen character pauses too long before acknowledging the audience's "response", he gets frustrated, as if he's thinking, "Why won't they listen to me? I told them the answer..!"
** There's a very long post in this thought, and I just haven't had the mental time to write it.