• Mood: sick
• Music: Sailing -- Christopher Cross

Moving Day

I had to confront a reality Monday night that I've been denying to myself since Sunday morning:  I'm getting sick.  It's been one of those slow onset things, but it finally got to the point that I couldn't lie down without coughing.  Robitussin helped define the picture, by which I mean that after taking it I couldn't lie down without coughing and acid reflux.

So most of Tuesday passed in a blur.  Round about 11:30 I got an email from a headhunter about a potential job - one which actually matches my work history.  Actually, it's kind of amusing - they want a "junior" engineer, with a list of requirements as long as my arm.  So, basically, I'm applying for a job that pays less than half of my last contract position, and may not get it because I'm over-qualified.  We'll see.

Cleaned up, kept timenchanter company at the warehouse for a bit, then off with him to get a second estimate on Fawkes' nose job.  He decided to go with this place, so parts have been ordered.

Then to the Gay Bar to help cekyr0 pack and move his spare junk into Timmy's spare bedroom.  I successfully watched them pack quite a bit.  I'm going to assume the illness is what made me breathe explosively every time I carried a box downstairs.  Yeah, that's it...

Ended up with a very nice dinner at Carrow's with Timmy, Alex, Shawn, cmjfoxfyre, helios77, and a friend of theirs named, I believe, Daniel.  We had a huge conversation about mythologies, biblical and otherwise.  Good, nerdy fun.

I probably infected the lot of them.  Dammit.

Dumped the stuff off at Timmy's, then crawled home, rather than attempt Splash.  At least I slept this time - and I'm going to do some more, too...