May 7th, 2019
We haven't seen this one in a while. (I haven't seen that denim shirt in a while, either. Hmmm.)
Dunno what to say, on this neck-tying in-checking day. It's not that far from tomorrow; I just now remembered I hadn't posted my tie yet.
I was talking earlier today about being back in a puzzlement, and wanting and not wanting simultaneously. But then I got back to work and buried myself in that, and then tonight I did another color on my giant German paint-by-numbers canvas, started last night on a whim. It has 36 colors. I know, I know, paint-by-numbers, SO not real art. But that's not (a) the point or (b) all there is to it. Sometimes a paint-by-numbers in a thrift store is a wonder. Once I did one of the space shuttle and painting advertising logos on it, thinking that was funny cuz that's a place advertising didn't go, hahaha look advertising everywhere. Kitsch, Americana, or Deutschiana in this case?, ephemera, something that's not the computer, physically smooshing goop onto little coded bits on a piece of cardboard, knowing it will be sort of a picture but not quite like what's on the box, ... I dunno. Surely there's an internet appreciation for paint-by-numbers. But I'm not going to look for it until at least after I have my pure experience of this one.
I'm still taking mega-antibiotics. Maybe halfway through the course. Wonder whether it really did save my life.
Do you think of a fever as calling for contacting a medical professional? I didn't. Now I'm told that's a reason to get in touch. I'm surprised that that would be enough to prompt at least some ask-a-nurse call. But I don't particularly trust my instincts on this sort of thing, despite having paid attention fairly well, when my wits are about me, to what I have come across medically as a person and an acquaintance of other people.
Maybe I'll hit the hay early. I kinda feel like it. Goodnight.