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What with all the mirrors glued up everywhere, I can see a lot out the door of my Shaque, and later after I'd woken up again, I could see my mother riding one of her horses.
At noon I took another bath in that brown funky water that passes for potable down in the house. I was too weak to clean the tub first and had to endure the vision of lots of things (bits of leaves, insects, strands of hair) floating around with me, something that would have caused me apoplexy had I been more healthy. My fever had dropped significantly, so despite the hot water, I didn't lapse into delirium.
During the rest of the day, I gradually recovered my strength. By evening I was strong enough to sit in front of a computer and check my email.
The only problem was constipation. It seems that my digestive system had entirely ground to a halt. It wasn't making any of the usual grumbles and growls. My nausea was gone, though, and I was able to drink fruit juice.
Meanwhile, my mother test-drove a 1983 4-wheel-drive Chevy pickup and decided to buy it. Parking spaces are getting kind of limited around here, but she evidently aspires to be a great horse rider, and this is just one of the things she'll need to haul her horses off to those infernal regional cross-country horse events of which she is so fond. She also wants to get a horse trailer, of course. It's her hobby, what am I to say?
My ill-health experienced a bit of a relapse at around sun down. My fever crept back up and I had to retreat to the couch to relax. But my mother made me cream of mushroom soup and even brought it up to the Shaque for me. She's being very kind to me, even if she is a horse nut.
In other news: there's a new place you can go when the musings start getting just a bit stale. It's called the Random Gus Generator, and it's like a better version of what I was trying to do over at off c e n t e r while Nancy Firedrake was away.
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