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E.coli? Existential ennui of the gut?

Recovery continues. I got dressed, that’s big. Actually went for a walkabout with Ruth and did a load of laundry, then had to lie down. It’s 5.15 and I’m drinking tea not wine, so you know I’m still not back to normal. Chris thinks it’s an e.coli infection, but though I’ve had stomach cramps, aches, and a bit of fever, I haven’t had any of the other symptoms, and anyway, how would I get it when I eat only what’s in my fridge and wash my hands all the time?

Mystery. Anyway, what’s important is that it’s ebbing slowly. 


Luckily, I have work to do. I’m one of the four long list readers for the CNFC competition, so have 47 two- to three-thousand word essays to read and mark from Poor to Excellent – many more of the former than the latter, but what pleasure when a stellar one beams out from the pile. This is work I enjoy and can do lying down – win/win. 

Tried to remember what I watched last night, could think of nothing, had to fish last week’s TV Guide out of the recycling bin. Oh yes! I tried a doc called Colorado on PBS, gorgeous scenery but a weird off-putting soundtrack – no. A movie that’s been receiving great reviews called First Cow, which turned out to be dark, monosyllabic, and glacial – not for me. The Nature of Things showed the second part of the polar bear series, incredible footage of a mother bear and her cubs – I had the sound off and was reading and then looked up and she was swimming in what looked like the vast ocean, water everywhere, with the two small ones paddling valiantly behind her. I couldn’t bear it – where was she going? Surely those cubs wouldn’t make it. Had to change channels. 

If anyone saw the show, please let me know – why was she risking her cubs like that? I know, it’s our fault. It haunted me during the night. 

And Bill Maher, who was less surly than usual – maybe he’s been reprimanded for being an asshole. In any case, interesting guests and speakers, as always, some I agree with and some not, as it should be. 

The pleasure of the day – donating the gift received from my editing client to Encampment Support Network, which provides the many homeless encampments in this city with food, warm clothes, tents. And here I sit bitching about a sore stomach. 

The Dems, by dint of hard work and compromise, got their huge bill passed. And immediately, though even Bernie spoke in favour, Twitter was flooded with far lefties complaining it isn’t good enough. The first rule of writing workshops: force yourself to say something good before you leap in to criticize. My daughter still cannot say a good word about Joe Biden. But she will. 


Because then I remember – this is Anna we’re talking about. LOL. 



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