even briefer update

[winterbadger]

Ugh. N is still poorly; worse than yesterday, rather than better, poor love. And I feel like I'm getting a cold (thank goodness not the 'flu again, I think). Blech!

It was lovely to hear her voice when she called this afternoon, but it's got to be horribly frustrating. I know she was looking forward to her game tonight, but no basketball for Nora this week. :-(

My friend Amy (Amy the Hiker, not Amy the Bronze Age Celt) is suffering too; first she had a nasty stomach bug, now that's better but she's doen something to her foot; so much for this week's training for her next foray to the Appalachian Trail in April.

Soccer class this evening then an early night, I think, though I do need to do some laundry and ironing. *sigh* I'd so much rather be watching my sweetie play b-ball, but there it is,

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[chrisv.livejournal.com]

I am Zathras. And this... is Zathras.

Not the one.

:-) Sorry you're all feeling poorly.

[winterbadger]

"Great war. Terrible war. Much killings. Everyone fighting. A great darkness. It is the end of everything. Zathras warn, but no, no one listen to poor Zathras, no."

"Zathras warned Zathras, but Zathras never listened to Zathras. Zathras was quiet one in family."

"Everyone always coming to Zathras with problems. Great responsibilities. But Zathras does not mind. Zathras trained in crisis management."

"But only Zathras have no one to talk to. No one manages poor Zathras, you see. So Zathras talks to dirt. Sometimes talks to walls or talks to ceilings. But dirt is closer. Dirt is used, through everyone walking on it. Just like Zathras, but we've come to like it. It is our role. It is our destiny in the universe. So, you see, sometimes dirt has insects in it. And Zathras likes insects. Not so good for conversation, but much protein for diet."

[chrisv.livejournal.com]

Hee hee! Gotta love Zathras.