- Television is terrible. It just doesn't deliver quality diversion on any kind of dependable basis, especially during the day. I've tried everything, even home decorating shows. Colour Confidential is great but it's not on all day long.
- The best thing on my TV might be the music channels. Today I had a nap while Galaxie Nature played bird calls and soft music. Ahh. The Galaxie Worldbeat station was pretty good. How can I get these stations on a sleep timer to soothe me to sleep every night?
- Soduku puzzles are an okay diversion when one's powers of concentration are up. This period of lucidity is best directly after waking from a nap. I discovered that the New York Times online soduku puzzle is good because it has easy-medium-difficult options, and you can use "pencil" when things get hard.
Too bad K. is also sick. We had plans for dinner with a few of us tonight. As P. said in an eloquent dinner-cancelling email exchange, what a sh** show!
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'Common Cold'
Go hang yourself, you old M.D,!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
In not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever's hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!
Give ear, you scientific fossil!
Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
The Cold of which researchers dream,
The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
This honored system humbly holds
The Super-cold to end all colds;
The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
Bacilli swarm within my portals
Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals,
But bred by scientists wise and hoary
In some Olympic laboratory;
Bacteria as large as mice,
With feet of fire and heads of ice
Who never interrupt for slumber
Their stamping elephantine rumba.
A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
Don Juan was a budding gallant,
And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent;
The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
Oh what a derision history holds
For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!
-- Ogden Nash
Have you tried the Home decorating shows? I really enjoy them when I'm sick.
Thank you anon for the poem. Yes bacilli swarm within my portals, to my great dismay, but at least I have ice cream.
Aah, home decor. ZZZZZ.... Very soothing.
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