Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #253 - Still ill but recovering

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #253 - Still ill but recovering

Hi Mom,

I am still ill, today, Wednesday, March 16th, even though I am actually writing these words the morning of March 17th, but I am not writing about Thursday yet.

I spent most of today, Wednesday, on the couch, and I read a lot of comic books. But my time recuperating was less than Tuesday and MUCH less than Monday when I slept most of the day. And I got out of the house. And I did some chores. AND I did some work-work and homework. All in all, it was a good day that included reading good comics and my wife showing me love. I am one lucky fella.

So this is a quickie. When pressed for content, I often "borrow" content from others. One of my go-to sources, as you well know Mom, is Warren Ellis. Turns out that on Tuesday Warren posted on his Morning Computer about the need to get the fuck out of bed. Yeah, that. I can only convalesce for so long and then I have to get up. This plague from the nth dimension of Hellspawn and cosmic fungus that oozes sludge toxins has taken up too much of my week.

Here's how Ellis composed his thoughts, which are here:

WHEN YOU FEEL THE INERTIA - MORNING COMPUTER


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WHEN YOU FEEL THE INERTIA

I haven’t been anywhere in months. That’s how it feels. The occasional run up to London for business. That’s it. My local airport stopped flying to some places I love, work got very stressful, I got tired, and that was that. I’m not even writing this in the morning — I overslept, right through the alarm and a cat apparently trying to hollow me out and use me as a combat bunker.  I have a whole kit for travelling and working on the road and it’s just sitting there because I am tired and crushed down by the lid of winter.

So I’ve decided it’s spring.  It’s not.  It’s fucking cold and grey and damp. But sometimes you just have to decide to get the fuck out of bed. Accepting that you will on occasion fail and fall back on the pillow. But rising with the intent to spend more days moving across the face of the earth rather than across the carpet from bedroom to bathroom. Or thinking about a catheter. Or checking to see if stairlifts can be mounted horizontally so that you can be transported to the toilet on a monorail.

I may or may not have sketched out those plans. The child’s grandmother may or may not have caught me scoping out her stairlift the other week.

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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.


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- Days ago = 255 days ago


- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1603.16 - 10:10


NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.