No, this morning it’s not about global warming — I’m sick, or feeling like I’m sick, or feeling/looking like shit, whichever applies when all else fails.
Despite some good sleep, I awoke this morning still feeling ‘under the weather,’ an odd term covering a lot of ugly:
somewhat ill or prone to illness; “my poor ailing grandmother”; “feeling a bit indisposed today”; “you look a little peaked”; “feeling poorly”; “a sickly child”; “is unwell and can’t come to work” ailing, indisposed, peaked, poorly, unwell, sickly, seedy
ill, sick – affected by an impairment of normal physical or mental function; “ill from the monotony of his suffering”
(Illustration found here).
Not at death’s door, but just not at the prime — I really couldn’t give a fat-rat’s-ass about any news this morning — sick and tired of hearing about the bat-shit crazy GOP.
A appologize to the handful of readers of this humble blog — but I’m much-too involved with Boiron's Oscillococcinum this morning, along with downing BC powders (845 mg of aspirin) every few half-hours.
Maybe better tomorrow — but at least it’s Friday!