Sunday, April 09, 2006
In Boston, and sick, dog sick, a miserable, all-too-familiar stomach sick. Usually I’m spared a day, a few hours, of peaceful vacationing before it pounces on me like an attention-starved cat — but not this time. I blame airplanes: the filthy, filthy beasts. It’s being stuck in a tin can for five hours breathing stale air infested with who knows how many strains of thisitis or thatococcus — a ripe agar, these modern comforts.
So I am up & unhappily awake. Elaine Pagels is on television, talking about the Gospel of Judas, which at least is good and fascinating. Half of this National Geographic special is a refresher class after reading The Gnostic Gospels, but I eat this stuff up (and am not presently in any condition to consume much else). Beyond Belief is in my travel case, though I cannot justify starting a book at this hour. Hopefully my body will settle down and I can get some rest, and just in time to travel again, too.
I like traveling. It’s the getting there I hate — which is, more or less, the story of my life.
Comments
How can you think so hard when you’re so ill? Doesn’t your brain get mushy?
I hope this is a very, very brief episode — especially since eating new food is one of the best parts of travelling.
::giggle:: I understand how that goes though; I love travelling, it’s just the means of getting from point a to point b that’s the trouble. ^^
Then again, no faster or safer way to get from point a to point b than flying. ^^ I swear, one day someone will start an airline that specializes in spacious flights, clean planes, and breathable air. And they’ll make a killing!
Sorry! I was only in Boston overnight, and on very short notice. Took the Chinatown bus in.
I was thinking I’d be able to come out again at the end of the month, but I’m not sure that I’ll be able to. :/
@ 07:05 PM | 2006/04/18
The flu sucks, Yuki. I recommend vast quantities of alcohol to make your body an inhospitable host for the little buggers.
Get well quickly!