Eleven days later, I still have the same cold I referenced in the previous post. Isn’t life grand? Not only is this my second cold in a month, but it’s rapidly preparing to span weeks on end. This has led to my realization that my body is out to get me. I plan great things for it, but does it cooperate? Noo, that’d be too kind of it. Why play along with grand schemes for conquering the world when it could keep me penned up in my room for ages? Why consent to letting me go to a Halloween dance when it could instead spend the night coughing and hacking? Why allow me to do anything fun at all when it could instead confine me to my office chair?
Ergh.
I haven’t gotten too much done, I’ve been far too loopy. I tried to work on a children’s book, but my writing sucks. I tried to work on the Daily Prophet, but everything came out gibberish. I did at least get to play host for a friend who came into town for a job interview, but I think I should be fired from hosting duties. I stunk at it, really I did.
I repeat. Ergh.
I want to do something fun, dang it. And most of all, I want to be able to breathe through my nose while doing said fun thing. Anybody got any ideas? I’m too out of it to think of anything. Sigh… apparently I’m not even together enough to write a decent blog entry. Colds suck.
I can relate. As I sit here coughing I realize I’m rounding out my 3rd week of sickness. To be fair, I was sick and was getting better, but got exposed to something else and got sick again. I’m still mad at my body for letting me down.
While I’m healthy now, I can empathize. I very rarely get sick, but I went down to Key West in September and got sick my first day. Then it got progressively worse. The reason I went down there was to scuba dive. Colds and diving do not mix. It really sucked, but one of the divers told me to take Sudafed and did help a bit to clear up the nose, though it didn’t help the sinus pressure.
LAWVER BED & BREAKFAST
Washington, DC
Food: 30 Decor: 28 Service: 20 Cost: 10 Company: 30
This hidden gem is tucked away at the end of a lovely cul-de-sac. Reservations are impossible to get. Accomodations are by invitation only. The exclusivity only heightens the experience. The closest comparison, though lacking, is The Muse Hotel in NYC, http://www.themusehotel.com.
The room was extremely comfortable and spacious with a very light and thoroughly modern treatment. The lavatory was again modern but more lavish in decor with a well placed twist of tongue-in-cheek humor. Complimentary toiletries by LUSH were too delectable to leave behind.
The food was delicious, hearty and robust. KUDOS to the chef. I recommend the daily soup surprise for an entree and Mochi for dessert. There was not one weak dish on the menu. Food service was lacking, I regret to say. Max, the maitre d’, was a thoroughly engaging and wonderful conversationalist. He did show some perplexity with certain animated guests. The much younger waiter, who shall remained nameless, had diffculty raising his head much less the plates to table level.
Heather, the host, was actually quite entertaining though she showed a certain propensity for self-depreciation and nose blowing. Management is being forwarded a comment card with a 5 star rating in appreciation of her witty banter, ready laugh and commanding presence, “move.”
SPECIAL NOTE: payment options. They don’t take AMEX, VISA, Mastercard, Diner’s Club, debit cards or cash. They do take GODIVA, fabrics, art history books and heaps of compliments, flattery and mild salsa.